Looking for Njuggls

A breezy day, much calmer tonight.  Mostly cloudy and misty, with some sunny spells, and warm.

A busy day working with photos at my desk.  I had to drop off photo orders in Lerwick this morning.  Headed to help out Cathy at lunchtime, with a garden project.  Been for a walk with mam and Jonny this evening, to the high banks at Coall Head.  Feet up and telly on now.  

Mam and Jonny hadn't been along the banks here before, and on our way back, headed to the old water mills.  This is the underhus, where the way flowed through, turning a tirl (paddle), to grind corn.  This is also where you might meet a njuggl.  James Stout Angus wrote in 1914 - Njuggl, n. An animal having the appearance of a horse, of a dark bluish-grey colour.  He is amphibious.  His favourite retreat is the underhus of a water mill.  He frequents meadows, the banks of burns, and the shores of lochs, and is never seen far from water.  By feigning tameness and fondness, he induces the weary, belated traveller who may meet him to mount on his back, when, at once, with lightning speed, he makes for the nearest water - with a noise like thunder, his eyes flaming, jets of fire issuing from his mouth and nostrils, and a luminous trail like the tail of a comet stretching out behind him - and plunges in, leaving his deluded rider, who has not had a chance to dismount, to his fate.  He cannot bear the sight or smell of fire.  If you are walking alone at night and encounter a horse which seems to be unnaturally tame, you may suspect that it is a njuggl.  To prove it, take out your tinder-box with tour flint and steel, and strike a light.  If it is a njuggl, he will set off at once, with all the attending circumstances above described.  - Thankfully for me, this was just Sammy in the underhus.  Taken at Mill Burn, Fladdabister, below the Fladdabister Loch.