Have you ever wondered whether or not there was some truth in the stories of monsters in Loch Ness? Here are all of the answers.
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During the late nineteen-eighties I remember that I was becoming quite depressed about all of the scepticism which Adrian exuded. During a barbecue one evening I remember saying to him, "but there are still all those hundreds of eye-witnesses."
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Adrian turned to me and said, "After I had my own monster sighting I could no longer be sure of anyone else's."
I was amazed. After years of friendship this was the first time Adrian had ever told me that he had seen something himself. I insisted that he reveal all, so while the steaks began to sizzle the story of Adrian's sighting started to enfold.
It was during his early days at Loch Morar. He planned to row right around the loch in order to get a real feel for its geography, particularly all of the inlets and areas where rivers and burns entered the loch.
He was on his second day and gently rowing with the steady rhythm of someone who is used to handling small boats.
He passed a headland and then something took his breath away. A huge black hump was emerging from behind the headland and making for deeper water.
Whatever this creature might be, it was more than capable of capsizing Adrian's small boat. Most people would probably have decided that discretion was the better part of valour and turned in shore to beach the boat and then walk back to the headland.
Adrian, however, realised that he had spent all this time in preparation for an investigation into possible unknown animals in Highland lochs and here was one. It was just a few hundred metres away, continuing to move into deeper water and he, the great explorer, was about to run away from it? Surely not.
With a steadfast resolve, he started to row back towards the animal, rowing backwards so that he could keep it clearly in view.
As he got closer the animal appeared to be ignoring him and still slowly, but steadily moving from right to left into the deeper water.
He was approaching it now. He could feel the hair rising on the back of his neck. Adrenalin was kicking into action too. What should he do? How would it behave? There had already been stories he had heard about the monster in Loch Morar attacking boats, something its cousin in Loch Ness had never done.
Then he stopped. All became clear. The monster suddenly resolved itself into a long rock, absolutely stationery. It was not alive after all.
What had happened was that as he passed the inlet before the headland he had not noticed the rock, after all, it was just a rock. Why pay attention to it?
He had continued rowing and then as he proceeded along the shoreline his course brought the rock back into view.
The rock, which he had not noticed before, by parallax started to become visible again behind the headland. For all the world it looked like a living creature swimming out towards the middle of the loch.
