Darkling Elytis, Lady Speirling, the Marquise of Caledon's West Speirling, announced that she is selling her long-held property in the Firth.
Indeed, I believe she had the property when I arrived in Caledon. As other dukes and duchesses, marquis and marquises have come and gone in that period, Lady Speirling has remained.
The land is not large - water-bourne vehicles have no trouble passing through the territory - but the isle has always had an aetherial beauty to it, which the continual patter of rain only enhances. Magic, I suppose.
I expressed my hope to Lady Speirling that this spot would not change dramatically. She replied that she will be selling the property to "someone who will love the land, and storm, as I have. "
My photographic archive contained several previously-unpublished shots of the isle from November 9, 2008, when a house stood on the land.
One of the surprises one might see is none other than our Nessie, who happened to be passing by the other night as I stood on the isle. She paused long enough for me to take a picture: