CHAPTER 26
We end up stuck at the stall for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, the email sign-ups coming in thick and fast.
Every time I try to ask Jack the questions, what did you need to check, and which direction do you want to go in, another prospective tourist butts in. “’Scuse me, but do we get to see Castle Leoch on this tour?” or “Do I need to learn Gaelic to understand Jamie?” My customer service skills fly out the window as I am desperate to return to the previous conversation. Beside me, Jack sighs, plasters on a fake smile and replies, Yes, Castle Leoch otherwise known as Doune Castle IS part of the tour, and no, no Gaelic necessary. By the time, it gets to seven o’clock, I want to collapse on top of something warm and comfortable. And with someone. I beg f
