Over the last three years I have regularly flown over Loch Ness on my journey from the metropolis of Stornoway to the fair cities of Glasgow and Edinburgh.
Without fail every time I have crossed the Great Glen I have looked down at the waters some fourteen thousand feet below hoping to find a sign of some great water beast lurking just below the surface or even terrorizing a passing boat. You may have gathered that I have so far not managed to spot the critter or even a hint of it, occasionally cloud gets in the way or the wing of the plane blocks the view but even when it’s clear my track record isn’t that good at spotting much from the air.
It was only on my last flight that I finally managed to spot Ben Nevis from the air and that’s about as big as you get in the United Kingdom, but thanks to this recent spotting of a mountain I will board the next flight with a whole new level of excitement that will no doubt see me once again eagerly pressing my nose against the greasy window looking for signs of Nessie far below.
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