Chapter 18 Robin
The harshly beautiful landscape looked nothing like the Trip Advisor pictures I'd seen, but everything like the strange flashes of what felt like a vague, inborn memory told me it would. Rocky ground coated with heather and wild grass made the short hike to the ruins slower than it should have been in distance alone, but I was spurred on by the faint outline of a ruin against the misty background of green and blue.
Was it always like this here?
I'd have to look when we got home. Memories of the musical from grade twelve intruded, but not the play I’d starred in; the original movie version. The similarities were uncanny. In Brigadoon, two American hunters became lost in the Highlands, stumbling across a mysterious village, which appeared once every hundred years out of t
