Ashlie: Come on then Stephen, get up - let’s get going.
Stephen: Right, give me a minute. This is heavy.
Ashlie: I hope you’ve remembered everything. You’ve got your walking boots, haven’t you?
Stephen: Er yes, I’m wearing them. They’re brand new and they’re already starting to rub.
Ashlie: We’ve come to Loch Ness in Scotland. We’re going on a walking tour of the Highlands. It is such a beautiful place to explore.
Stephen: Thousands of people come here every year and try and take a photo of Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. Fingers crossed Ashlie, let’s hope we get lucky!
Ashlie: Oh, come on Stephen you know that’s only a story. We’re here for the walking. Come on then, let’s get going.
Ashlie: Fancy a break, Stephen? Shall we take a look around the Visitors’ Centre?
Stephen: Boring! I thought we were here to go walking.
Ashlie: It won’t take long. And, you never know, you might learn something.
Stephen: See Ash, I told you we’d find the Loch Ness Monster.
Ashlie: Ha ha - mmm… very first sighting seventh century… lives in the loch. Possibly related to some species of reptile…oh honestly.
Stephen: Wow, I bet it’s true, look at all these photos. I really think we should try and find it. Come on Ash, it’ll be fun.
Ashlie: Oh Stephen, it’s a waste of time. People made these photos. They’re not real.
Stephen: That’s ridiculous. Look at all these reports. It’s got to be true.
Ashlie: There isn’t really a monster living in the Loch. You’ll believe anything. If I saw a real photo of this monster, then I’d believe it.
Stephen: I bet if someone took a photo of the monster, they’d make loads of money. I really want to find the Monster, but first I need to find a shop that sells socks. My feet are killing me.
Ashlie: OK then. Let’s head into town and get you some socks.
Ashlie: Oh wait a minute, Stephen. This looks interesting. I want to go in and take a proper look.
Stephen: That’s just tourist stuff. I want to go and get those socks! I’ll call you when I’m done.
Ashlie: OK, I’ll see you later.
Ashlie: These are amazing. Excuse me, how many different tartans are there?
Shop Assistant: At the last count, there were over three thousand tartans with new ones being designed every day.
Ashlie: This one’s nice. What’s this one called?
Shop Assistant: That’s the Royal Stewart tartan belonging to the Stewart Clan. Every clan has its own tartan; the MacKenzies, the Frasers, the Gordons and many, many more.
Ashlie: What about my surname, Walker?
Shop Assistant: Walker, yes, it’s a very popular Scottish name. We’ve got it in mugs, ribbons and even a kilt.
Ashlie: No way - a Walker tartan kilt!
Shop Assistant: We’ve also got it in a book here where you can learn about your clan history.
Ashlie: Maybe I should get my brother a kilt. No, on second thoughts, he’d probably kill me! I’ll just take the book, thanks.
Ashlie: Hiya Stephen, I’m all done here. Did you manage to buy some new socks?
Stephen: Sort of. I’ll come back to the shop. I’ll see you in a second.
Shop Assistant: that’s two pounds fifty, please
Ashlie: Great – thank you. There’s five.
Shop Assistant: Thank you, and two pounds fifty change, thank you.
Ashlie: Thank you very much.
Stephen: What do you reckon?
Ashlie: It suits you!