Darkness had fallen now; the car"s beams pierced the night as they entered Fort Augustus.
“Left or right?” said McEwan, as they approached a T-junction.
“Which way is which?” Kate couldn"t recall ever being this far north before, the darkness didn"t help her recognise the town.
“Right takes us along the eastern shore, the road less travelled, along by Foyers and Boleskine. Left will take us along the western shore, the more touristy side, up to Urquhart Castle. Either way we get to Inverness eventually. Or we could try the old monastery, where it was alleged Saint Columbus spoke to the monster,” McEwan said.
“The monastery seems too obvious, but I wouldn"t want to drive all the way around and come back here, so let"s try it first. While Boleskine seems somehow appropriate, I suspect Ro
