About 3 weeks after we had moved into Castlehill I was looking at my passport and found that mine said that I was to register with the police within 7 days of arrival. Failure to comply would be punished by 6 months in jail or a 200 pound fine. Eeeeek. We went into Ullapool and talked to Constable Wiley who said there wouldn't be a problem but they would need 2 passport-type pictures of ourselves which of course we didn't have. There being no photographer in Ullapool they had to find someone with a poloroid and have us come in the next week - an inconvenience but definitely better than 6 months in the pokey! 
Another government presence in our lives took the form of periodic fly-overs by the RAF fighter training jets. The pilots were learning the ins and outs of GFR - ground following radar - and they would roar up over the hill behind our house at about 50 ft. off the deck - so close we could see the whites of their eyes. They had plenty of time to look around because they weren't using their hands to fly. The sound of it was quite a shock to the system - and those hummers are BIG at that height! Guess they used that area because it was sparsely populated - and what the heck, it's only highlanders.
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