As we had more than three hours of travel and we would surely spend the night there, Jamie suggested that I collect some things from my house. I hurriedly packed a bag, blindly stuffing it with junk I wasn’t even sure I needed, left Tarja a note, and I was gone.
We arrived at the same time as the twilight which made the landscape impressive. The village of Ballachulish was located on the edge of Loch Leven, directly above a small mountain range, covered with leafy trees. The facades of most of the houses were white, the roofs covered with grey tiles and indeed, it was lost! Much more than Wick, but lovely.
“We’ll be home in five minutes,” Jamie informed us. “I hope Georgia will be there...”
“Didn’t you try to reach your parents to find out?”
Jamie turned to me, smiling.
“My parent
