Page 88 of Journey to the Scottish Highlands

‘Tomorrow?’

‘Yes. The sooner we hit the ground running with arrangements, the better.’

‘Tomorrow morning?’ I mouthed to my grandpa, who was back in the hall cupboard, rustling about for his best shoes.

He tugged his raincoat from one of the pegs and gave it a theatrical flourish over one arm. ‘Sounds good to me.’

Ok, this was crazy, but there was no way I was prepared to let them down. ‘Alright. We’ll set off tomorrow morning after breakfast.’

‘Excellent. See you then. Thank you so much again, Daisy, and we really hope we haven’t inconvenienced you.’

‘Not at all,’ I insisted. ‘Thank you for saying my grandpa can come and stay. It’ll help take his mind off this bomb risk survey and what’s happening around the cottage.’

Alison was frothing with excitement. ‘It’s the least we can do. Goodnight.’

I hung up. Crikey. What had I let myself in for? Had I promised too much? Was my suggestion of the tour going to under-deliver? I still had to speak to Cayla.

‘I bet that Evan will be pleased to see you again,’ chimed Grandpa, giving his raincoat a playful swish.

‘I’m not doing any of this for Evan,’ I reddened, pretending to tap the screen of my mobile for something to do. ‘I’m doing this for his parents.’

‘Sure you are,’ he replied, not convinced. ‘Now stop dawdling, lass, and let’s get sorted. You can help me choose a few of my best ties. I’m not letting the side down!’