Once Charlie drove away, leaving me alone to brave the depths of the forest, a sharp crack echoed through the trees, as loud as a gunshot. My heart pounded with fear, especially knowing the rumours that this very place is haunted by Davidson, the murdered gamekeeper.
I am growing more upset that people are filling the bothy guest book with innuendo. The bothy should be a place for refuge, adventure, and peace. I appreciated reading heartfelt entries, such as fathers embarking on adventures with their sons and professionals seeking respite from the formality of their workplaces. The bothy is available to everyone, so we must treat it with respect.