In a Loch far away in the North of Scotland a leading UK researcher took the chance of a break to camp wild alongside the Lochon there to enjoy the river and forests, little did he know that in the forested land beyond the trees lies a small cottage where a giant visits from time to time. I didn’t tell the researcher what wonders abound in the area. And the current exclusion due to the landowner. On the 20th of June he contacted me and reported that late in the night he had heard grunts and loud noises coming from within the trees. I then explained what I knew of the area and what had happened there to him and we both said “now wouldn’t it be strange if Isabella had action and heard the grunts too? Not daring to think it could be true.
Now Isabella hasnt been in touch for awhile as all has been quiet since the New Year, so can you imagine my delight when I go to my email and find a message waiting there for me. I think once again two worlds collided in sequence without the knowledge of either party. Whilst one hears the grunts of a clan, the other is left a gift of thanks. How many of us are within a few feet of our hairy friends without ever realising it