CHAPTER 13 THE PRALINES
The next day, we drove through the Cairngorms on our way to Braemar. Just outside the village, we saw a long queue of people stretching from a car park entrance.
"Jo, pull over!" Brian was almost bouncing in his seat.
Before I could ask why, he jumped out and hurried to the end of the queue, shoulders squared with British determination.
I followed him. "What exactly are we queuing for?"
He gave me that familiar look, with his eyebrows raised and his mouth in a straight line, just like my father used to when I tried to sneak into dinner without washing my hands. "When you see a proper queue, you join first and ask questions later. Could be free samples, commemorative keychains, maybe even those little shortbread tins shaped like terriers."
"We're supposed to me
