Thirteen
I was going to do something I hadn’t done in nearly a year: fly my drone. I’d been looking over the video footage I’d taken since I had relaunched Welina, and nothing I had filmed so far did this place justice. I needed to get a view from the air.
So many things were easier to do when I had someone to help me, and flying the drone was one of them. And I knew Jonas would love to get a look “behind the scenes.”
After digging out the drone, I plugged the batteries in, emptied the SD card of some old footage, and while I waited for things to charge, I sat at the desk and grabbed the radio.
“Eik, Eik, Eik, this is Welina,” I called.
“Welina, Eik,” Jonas answered, and I could hear his smile coming through.
“Would you like to come over? I could use some help.”
“I am on my way.” No
