I had walked to the ferry terminal with the purpose of catching the first boat sailing from the island that morning to Lerwick, then taking the familiar ride across Shetland for the first leg of the two-flight journey to London, but I must have left the forceful part of my resolve lying next to the small amount of belongings still in my quarters.
By the time I had walked all the way back, Judith was in the garden at Gardie House. The sun was shining, but I cannot say all was right in the world. She had no idea where I’d been, nor what was on my mind. I said nothing of my plans. The previous afternoon and evening we had spent in predicting where we thought the Pegasus Bank could be rebuilt when it moved from Samothrace.
With the help of the map the Royal Navy had provided, which was laid
