One thing which I failed to report on about the expedition of yesterday was a sudden moment of impromptu scholarship. We had called upon the Antiquarian of Dufftown, a charming individual who sells things that interest him (fossils, silver, old books and for some reason, Beanie Bears). He is always pleased to see us, but on this occasion he beamed; ‘just the people I wanted to see!’ — a greeting which always strikes terror, don’t you think? Anyway, the back story was that he had swopped for some silver a v old document supposed to have something to do with St Thomas More. Well, we were interested. The document was produced: the first thing to be seen was that it was more like 1615 than 1530, and the second that it was viciously hard to read. But between us, we established its salient points; it was a deed transferring ownership of the land of a quondam Praemonstratensian monastery in Ross in 1587, and alas, had nothing whatever to do with St Thomas More, so someone had been considerably misinformed. With a bit of recourse to Google (the Antiquarian had been on the net when we arrived) we were able to sort out time, place and personnel within half an hour. We felt really pretty pleased with ourselves, & went on our way to Aberlour, rejoicing.