The blue bus dropped Robin beside the Aoinegh telephone box, faded now to a dusky pink, & she began walking towards the loch swinging her heavy school satchel & wondering if she didn't, after all, miss Queens as her mother had warned her, sniffing disapprovingly at the Portree High's plain black & white uniform. Queens had been one of her mother's poorer suggestions for having been lugged in her parent's train halfway round the world & back again covering uprisings & famines & genocidal wars Robin had not seen opportunities, only privilege. Lots & lots of privilege. Not that her father 's option was any saner, though Robin could understand it better for having been blown up in the Sudan he had only wanted somewhere very quiet, very peaceful, very far away & Aoinegh was all those things. No~one could possibly call Aoinegh big. There wasn't even a shop. For that you had to travel to Carbost. What it had was atmosphere. T...