Afterwards, one of the ladies told me she was so exhausted she was going home to have a lie down. Instead of the dry lecture on archaeological finds she had been expecting, she had been taken on a rollercoaster ride of emotions by the story of the brutal murder of a local man. She had even looked into the eyes of the victim, and at a face so lifelike that, though he had been dead for 1,400 years, it would not have been out of place on the streets of Rosemarkie that day.
