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While Kathryn drove the rental car, Kyle skimmed a printout from the castle’s website. He read aloud the interesting tidbits.
“There’s an eight-acre Victorian Walled Garden in the center of the grounds—“
Kathryn squealed. “That’s where I’m hanging out,” she said. She smiled at Heather through the rearview mirror.
“—And there’s a fully restored Victorian Greenhouse. And,” Kyle read off the paper, “we’ll be seeing some ancient famous holly trees.”
Heather raised her eyebrows. “Famous holly trees?”
He winked at her.
“There’s this ballad written by some famous Scottish poet, referencing a Highland ‘laddie,’ the Marquis of Huntly—the guy who lived in this castle. He was the Colonel of the 92nd Gordon Highlanders. The song goes, ‘Where has your Highland laddie gone? He dwelt b
