Steamboats and monsters

We were on or way to Loch Katrine, the only freshwater loch in Scotland, and according to some people, it is a lake, and not a loch.
I had first to help Joe with breakfast, as he had too many guests, and Rosanne couldn't make it, so we were a bitty later than we would have liked to start.
Loch Katrine is about eight miles long and a mile wide, and the name was derived from the Gaelic word 'Ceathairne', meaning cattle thief, or possibly also peasant.Historically the term refers to the cattle thieves who were marauding clans, and stole cattle in the area, one of them being Rob Roy, who was born at Glengyle house on the north side of the loch.The steamship, the SS Sir Walter Scot have been used on the loch to take visotors on sightseeing trips for about a hundred years, and it is a wonderful experience to still see her sailing graciously over the still waters.
But before the steamships were brought into use, a man driven boat, driven on  by eight very burly men wearing kilts, to the delight of the tourists, who just loved it, and this boat was called the Sea Witch, were used. Then the first screw driven boat called the Gypsi was introduced, and it was in great competition with the later Waterwitch, getting the wrath of the big oarsmen up, as they feared for their jobs, and one night the Gypsi disappeared without a trace.  It was believed that the men who had feared for  their jobs were responsible, and they were taken before a court. They however maintained that they had nothing to do with the disappearance, but that the loch's monster, the Water Bull had attacked the steam boat with it's powerful horns, as it protected the Galleys, and that he was responsible for sinking the boat.
The case was thrown out of court, as the defendants's Gaelic dialect could not be understood  by the court translater, and the culprit was stated as something unknown!
It was the last full day I could spend with my kids, so I did not answer my phone when it started ringing non-stop, and I just turned it off. I was really tired of that lazy Joanne who faked all kinds of shivers and shakes and nervous breakdowns when she had to work.
Jan rented bicycles for him and Renè, and Nina and self just strolled along the path enjoying the peace and quiet, and the lovely scenery.
We were going for a trip on the SS Sir Walter Scot, but the queus were just endless, I suppose because it was still nice and warm enough to entice tourists to Scotland, but we had a lovely lunch at the restaurant overlooking the loch.