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Dear Wen,
I have booked an additional day off work – The Wednesday…
However, we possibly need a bit more of a plan than,
‘If we have it we can fill it’,
for me to book any more time off!
Love, Don x
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“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I thought we might want to take a look at one of the Scortish Isles?”
“We’ll be quite close to Skye?”
“What’s on Skye?”
“Not a great deal, archaeologically speaking, but Callanish is not far from Skye.”
“Callanish!”
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Callanish.
Tantalus.
Stone-Circle ‘Gold’!
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Callanish.
The name alone is capable of conjuring a mystical reverie.
Ah, Callanish…
Soskin completed his personal Odyssey into pre-history there.
It was there that Cope stood in the Moon.
Ah, Callanish…
Are you real, or a phantom, as delusional as Macbeth’s dagger,
which floats before the eyes?
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“Could we get there?”
“The ferry is about a hundred but we’d need a night on Skye,
which does not come cheap…”
“Hmmm…”
