We were rudely woken at 2am by a Highland Raider entering our cottage, looking no doubt for sheep to steal and a place to sleep.
He claimed to have traveled from afar, he arrived not on on foot or even a pony, but a strange, noisy red mechanical device...clearly the work of the Devil!
We showed him to the hayloft, where he could sleep in the warmth, before sending him on his way back to the frozen north.
