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Phoned Nicky in the morning about searching for a lost ruin near her house. I met her at Whitefield Loch, and we scrambled around looking for the remains of what was once a beautiful Scottish Baronial castle. The house has been totally destroyed apart from part of a wall. She then took me to a beautiful Arts and Crafts house nearby which someone is clearly restoring. When I asked her how she knew about it, she replied, ‘One of the perks of being a Witness.’

Afterwards we drove to Knock Fell, the highest point on the peninsula, to look for a chapel which Nicky was convinced would be in good condition. I assured her that it would be no more than a pile of stones. I managed to get the van stuck and had to walk to the nearby farm to seek help. By the time I returned with the farmer’s wife in her 4×4 Nicky had found a sheep’s skull, which she was proudly displaying on the bumper of the van. After a bit of an effort we managed to get out and head home.