CHAPTER 8 THE FAIRY
The seagulls at Dunnottar Castle seemed personally offended by our pre-dawn arrival. Perched on the broken walls of the ancient fortress, they watched us with beady eyes as we took in the dramatic scene – jagged ruins rising from a rocky promontory, waves crashing against the cliffs below. The soft morning light covered everything in gentle blues and pinks, and a mist floated above the North Sea.
In an hour, tourists would flood these grounds, but right now, the world felt like a secret shared between me and the stones. I love these early morning hours, as if I had exclusive access to all the beauty.
Brian clearly wasn't enjoying this private spectacle. He huddled at the edge of the car park, his jacket zipped to his chin, hood pulled so tight that his reddened nose
