Finally a detailed investigation of the ruin just in front of the spur that runs up the undistinguished hill opposite Gabhar. Among the shielings in the valley, this is the one with the best view, the entire floor of the former village spread out hundred meters below. It is a magnificent house, with two chimneys and spacious cupboards built into the walls. Probably a two room affair for up to twentyfour children.
I walk up and down in front of the house, talk to myself, and convince the sheep that I'm an idiot. Nothing to see here, people, just an idiot. Only the souls of dead Highlanders can hear me.