Kinnaird Head Lighthouse
Stevenson’s Candle
Stuart MacBrideHe pulled on the handbrake and sat there with the engine running. Frowned out at the collections of white-and-beige buildings while the DJ yammered over the tail end of a bland song.
‘… Mark Almond and Gene Pitney there, number one for a third week running. Amazing, right?’
Three single-storey blocky buildings made an open box around his Ford Cortina – North, East, and South – the stones around their doors, windows, floor, and flat roofs were picked out in a sickly shade of butterscotch.
Ten to five and the sinking sun swathed the courtyard in blue and grey shadows. The sky an angry mask of bruised clouds. Not yet dark enough to hide the way the white blockwork was stained in places. Patchy. Peeling.
Well that would have to c
