Nana told me as we approached Wick the next day. “Buy one, get two free.”I frowned. “But why did you pay for water when you can get it free on the bus?”“’Cuz the water in the hotel was on sale, dear. Gettin’ somethin’ for free don’t got the same buzz as gettin’ it dirt cheap.”We’d followed the coastline as we headed northeast on the A9. We visited the home of the Earls and Dukes of Sutherland at Dunrobin Castle, geocached at an obscure site near Hill o’ Many Stanes, and spent the rest of the day crossing a flurry of firths and being wowed by sweeping views of the North Sea, which appeared to be stuck at permanent low tide despite our many hours on the road. I’d switched seats with George at our last comfort station, so this was the first time I’d been able to talk to Nana today.“The clerk give us fair warnin’ that the farther north we drove, the fewer shops we was gonna find, so we loaded up. I got three bottles, Tilly got six, and your mother got about a dozen.”
