THE WEATHER WAS PRETTY much what Cat had expected and was strangely similar to San Francisco's weather at that time of the year. It was grey, cool, and misty, and she was glad she'd worn a wool sweater under her thermal jacket. The weather forecasts for March in Scotland she'd studied before leaving home had said to expect rain and temperatures between five to ten degrees Celsius. Consequently, that was what she'd packed for, with lots of layers, since she tended to be cold anyway. She turned up her collar with a shiver as she followed Zahara down the narrow cobblestone streets.
Once again, Zahara was an amazing guide. She deftly weaved through the side streets of the old town, taking the girls on a winding path to many very old and beautiful sites, including Holyrood Palace, Arthur's Sea
