Like Thomas Middleton from Dalavich (Letters, November 1), I, too, am intrigued by these stories about the strange happenings around Loch Awe.
I grew up around Loch Awe at my grandparents’ cottage, where we spent most school holidays and on occasion attended Mrs Clark’s school house in Ford village.
I was always fishing as a young boy in the burn that feeds Loch Awe at the Ford end. The fishing was very good there during the 1970s. I used to catch big bags of perch, eels, jack pike, rainbow and brown trout and was used to being on my own around Loch Awe from a very early age.