The hoax

We personalised the hired camper van with a Gabba Gabba Hey sticker in the rear window and headed for the loch. The loch is black and vast. We pitched opposite Urquhart, ate, drank and talked of the morning.

No one had foretold of the midges, they ate us as we slept.

We woke scratching and scanned for the monster. Good, no sign. We didn't want it to think we were taking the piss.

What should we use? We had come unprepared, unequipped. It was to be the jack bag. There it was under the seat. Thanks. We stuffed it with ferns and went to the water's edge. Sharp stones and no sandals. Cardboard in the bottom of the socks - further ingenuity. Unperturbed.

Nothing could have prepared me for the cold. It stayed with me after the event. The black water concealed my lack of depth.

And we bought the monster to life.

 

 

(Click the image to see how we did it)