A much more serious crisis awaited him in Scotland, one that threatened to wreck all his plans.
Pilots on the ground talked the ore plane down through the dark swirling mists of autumn. The Scots had begun to rebuild Castle Rock in Edinburgh, cleaning up and trying to restore the ancient buildings that two thousand years before had been the seat of Scottish nationalism and that was now being called its original Gaelic word: Dunedin, “the hill fort of Edin.” Jonnie landed in a park below the Rock, just in front of the ruins of the ancient National Gallery of Scotland.
Swarms of people had been there to meet him and gillies had been hard pressed to clear space in the throng for the plane to land.
Unfortunately, the drone pictures of the compound fight had come in on the Cornwall minesite
