Chapter ThreeWe were laughing again as we waded thigh deep through the ford. Kate was first across, with Lorna second and then Charlie. I would have been next but stopped to help Mary, who stumbled over a loose stone, recovered and scrambled ashore at the Bore Stone, with Christine at her side. In the event, I was last, padding ashore on the mud as a gust of wind rocked a circling buzzard high above.
'Here we are,' Kate balanced against the Bore Stone to dry her feet and put on her stockings and boots. 'We've reached the ceathramh garbh.' Her Gaelic pronunciation was perfect, being Kate.
'We have,' Lorna agreed.
'It feels as if we're on the edge of the world,' Charlie said.
I did not agree. I thought the peninsula was quite welcoming, with that same sensation of warmth as soon as I pla
