We had been in Wick for two days. I had grown used to the calm and serenity here, so Elgin had convinced me to stay a little longer.
That morning, we decided to go for a walk around Sinclair Castle and continue the walk to Noss Head Lighthouse. The place was special to us.
“It’s still early,” Elgin growled, rolling his eyes. “Normally, we sleep in during the holidays.”
It wasn’t yet half-past seven in the morning. I wanted to take a long night walk and maybe fly a bit before sunrise. I had a faint hope that maybe Elgin would allow me to take him into the air.
We got into the Audi and drove to the start of the long footpath that led to the castle. We walked the rest of the way slowly, enjoying the calm of the long Scottish winter nights.
When we got to the edge of Sinclair Castle the f
