Beanie Farsh, Wandering Minstrel“Barney and I locked eyes, briefly. It was like looking into the soul of a wet grandfather clock. I wrote a ballad. The loch applauded.”Continue Reading

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Brenna Wist, Postmistress“Spotted something large and pale just under the surface near the ferry pier. Could’ve been a rock. Could’ve been my ex-husband. But the rock seems more likely.”Continue Reading

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Elspeth Drowley, Baker“Early morning. Heard splashing. Looked up. Something was watching me from the shallows. I offered it half a scone. It declined. Politely, I think.”Continue Reading

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Gellin Trusk, Suspicious Local“No sighting, but my sheep refuse to drink from the loch now. Either Barney’s moved in or someone’s been bathing improperly.”Continue Reading

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Marnie Threlfall, Spinster & Novelist (Retired)“Just before dawn I saw a long, rippling shape moving across the water — graceful, deliberate, and terribly rude for not waving back.”Continue Reading

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