The medieval Lock Ness Abbey, Highland Park, now under conversion into the swanky ”members only” Highland Club and ”Luxury” apartments was originally a academy for training monks before they were dispatched to spread the word of God. With an unbeatable position at the foot of the loch and unspoilt views, I wouldn’t mind owning one of the apartments.

Given its situated in Scotland, the land of ”dont give a damn”, access into the buildings was easy, however we had to dive into a nearby bush as two 4×4′s drove past, heading towards the showroom. Once in we headed straight for the bell tower, they abbeys most predominant feature. As climbed the creaking wooden ladder, covered in bird sh**, the owners of said turds dived from the rafters straight for my head. Eventually landing they sat perched above, staring me down, threatening to claw my face off if i continued. Needless to say the ladder i was on was not fit for surface to air combat so I didn’t go any higher.

Unfortunately for us, progress on the redevelopment was well underway, many of the halls and rooms were stripped back to the walls, little remaining. We continued on, down the loudest staircase in the world, each step screaming our location down the echoing halls. With a quick push the wooden door into the chapel slowly opened, a vaulted wooden and brick ceiling and stone pillars behind to greet us.

We were casually taking pictures when a figure appeared in the doorway, ah crap. We acted nonchalant, continuing to take pictures as he got closer., eventually reached us and asking why we were here and if we had permission. Obviously we didn’t, and he knew that, so concocting a story seemed pointless. We said no and he asked us to leave simple as that.