CHAPTER 25
Jack’s stall was at the far end of the park where it could capture people leaving the games overwhelmed with a fondness for all things Scottish and inclined to sign up for an authentic Outlander tour.
I headed in its direction, pushing my way past nervous Highland dancers waiting to compete on the stage, kilted men stretching their muscles ahead of hammer throws and caber tossing, and pipers warming up. I recognised a good few of the locals among the dancers, pipers and strong men. This year, the Highland Games had captured everyone’s imaginations, and all the villagers wanted to take part.
“But we were so fabulous together, Jack darling!”
Because the park was so noisy and crowded, I was almost at Jack’s stall when I heard her. Kirsty had made good on her threat to return th
