As Babbie had said, it was “great” up there. The castle stood on a promontory at the mouth of a beautiful loch--which, as the girls had already discovered on their way up to Oban, often means simply an arm of the sea, of which, owing to the irregularity of the coastline, there are a great many in Scotland. You could see far up the loch in one direction and out to the open sea in the other, and in the background loomed great, mist-shrouded peaks, wild and terrible, with stretches of lonely moorland in the nearer distance.