Thus far an enigma, shrouded by mystery, wrapped in a conundrum?!?!
Having determined to escape his homestead in Lancaster's county, Colin evaded the watchful witches of his native Pendle but soon became disoriented in the strange foreign lands beyond.
In a fog of confusion he determined to head whichever way the wind blew.... but as his wind was particularly fowl that day he decided to head in the other direction and soon ended up on Alba's border. Under cover of night (and a rather smelly pigskin) he crossed and, daring not to stop lest he was caught, pressed on until his feet were soar and clothes wragged.
Eventually he happened across a place of fellow kindered souls - nomads/wanderers call them what you will. And so it was in August 2009 that Historic Saltire happened across this wayward traveller and welcomed him with open crates... erm... cans... erm.. tankards..... well suffice to say a very warm welcome!
It is as yet unknown what he is capable of, but as Col himself says "keep yer expectations low, then tha'll only ever be impressed"
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