The dragon was carved of a local stone in multiple pieces by a local firm after consultation with an artist who sketched out the dragon. It didn’t look like the Welsh national symbol but rather was more akin to a serpent out of medieval illustrations. Nothing was written in her Journal on why this representation was decided upon.
And that’s where the mystery started. Lady Alexandra refused to admit where the dragon was put, nor did anyone else give a clue as to where it was. Now keep in mind that our Scottish Estate is quite large, covering thousands of acres. Though our Estate Gardener described it as being sixty feet long and twelve foot tall at the head, that was still small enough that, in the right place, it couldn’t be seen more than a scant hundred feet away.
Well it obviously wasn’t near the central area of the Estate, so that left everywhere else. So I started looking for it on my walks and asked everyone else to keep an eye out for it. Ingrid, our Steward, was the one that found it. She took me to where it was on skis one fine winter day late last year after the first decent snowfall. They had placed it very deep in the woods, three miles out, in the opening where it had in the intervening years been covered in lichens and moss effectively rendering it invisible.
And this story is to be continued…