Thursday, 7 May 2009
12:18:03 PM (GMT)
I can hear the wind flowing through the air. If I let my arm dangle down, I can feel
the water rushing past. The sight of the loch reaching out before me is immense; the
deep blue, leading towards the bank, and the few birds bobbing about. There has
always been a significant smell to a loch, like at the sea. It’s a timeless smell
– one that you will remember for always.
I anchor my yacht for a few minutes. I look out towards the north of the loch. I’m
the only person out here, but there’s a small boat over on the other side. It seems
to be getting closer, but I can’t quite make it out.
I lean back in my boat, and look up to the sky. I can’t see any clouds, but the sun
is shining bright. I can hear the boat getting closer, but I’ve almost fallen
asleep. I sit up when I hear a voice.
“Hello! If you’re asleep could you wake up?” When I do sit up, I can’t see
the mystery person. Their back is turned to me, but I can tell it’s a girl. She’s
quite tall, and has long brown hair. She has an Irish hint to her voice.
“Yeah, sorry, how can I help you?”
“Well, is there another loch down the way? I like my sailing, but I just came up to
this area,” she asks, turning around to me. She has bright eyes, blue ones, and a
“Yeah, there’s a lot. Loch Katrine, Loch Lomond, Loch Lubnaig, and if you go up
really north, you could get Loch Ness. There are a few local other ones too, but
you’d need a map for them.”