Pulling the old Land Rover to a halt, she pushed open the passenger door and called to her friend. “What on earth are you doing walking in this weather? Hop in, and I’ll give you a lift.” “Thanks, Anna,” Morag said, as she shook the rain from her umbrella and climbed into the passenger seat. “I was hoping to bump into you or one of the other girls before I got soaked to the skin.” “What made you choose today, of all days, to walk to work?” Morag frowned. “Well, I didn’t wake up and decide it was a nice day for a stroll, that’s for sure! The truth is I forgot to put petrol in the pickup. Do you know that’s the third time this month I’ve done it?” “It’s easily done. That’s why I keep a spare can of diesel at the croft. It was a good ceilidh,” Anna said, setting the vehicle in motion. A smile creased Morag’s face.
