Page 54 of A Scottish Island Summer

Logan’s brow furrowed. ‘I thought he was down on his luck when we discovered him at Rock God, but he can’t be doing too badly, if he’s driving a vehicle like that.’

‘I agree.’ I indicated the area around us, where the man had been marching around and inspecting only moments before. ‘What do you think he was doing here?’

‘Archaeology, going by what was in his bucket,’ said Logan, scanning about.

I looked at Logan with a quizzical expression.

‘Trowels, brushes, sieves, all standard tools an archaeologist would use.’ Logan gave his head a shake. ‘Maybe I’m mistaken and he’s not who I thought he was.’

‘What do you think he was searching for?’ I asked, pushing both my hands into the pockets of my jeans. ‘And who did you think he might be?’

‘Oh, someone from Skye’s past. Whatever it was he was looking for, he didn’t want to talk about it with us.’ Logan’s mouth twitched. ‘Anyway, enough about strange, bearded men.’

‘That’s rich coming from you.’

He laughed, showing off his white teeth. ‘This is a closely shaven designer beard, not a full-on bird’s nest.’

‘Yeah, whatever.’

We started to make our way back towards Logan’s truck. ‘Anyway, enough about bearded men with buckets. We’ve far more important things to discuss,’ he remarked, rattling his car keys.

‘Oh, yes? Like what?’

Logan’s eyes creased up with mischief. ‘What tortuous activity you’ll have to endure tomorrow.’