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“Harold, are we going the right way?” Harold looked at Amelia reproachfully and continued trudging uphill. “You wanted a holiday,” he muttered. “On an island, you said. Where it’s green and lush. You specified.” “I can hear you grousing,” called Amelia. “At least stop for a snack.” They reached the hilltop. Grudgingly, Harold paused andContinue reading “Highland Holiday”