Thanks for the reviews so far! I'm just up to writing chapter 12, so it should hopefully all be complete by the weekend but it very much depends on a) whether I get roped into going to work more and b) whether my friends decide that this week should be a very active week lol. I'll try!
What was so wrong with Scotland? Okay, so it wasn't exactly as sunny as some places, or possibly as exotic, but it was a perfectly valid holiday place. Plenty of people went to Scotland on holiday every year. The tourist industry was responsible for two hundred thousand jobs with tourist spending averaging at £4 billion per year. But clearly Rose wasn't interested in those statistics. Rose wanted to bake herself in some foreign clime and get trollied with people her own age. Not go on a sight-seeing tour of the Highlands.
I sat on the ground, picking at grass. It had been strange having someone in my bed last night. Strange but not unpleasant. It had been nice to listen to her breathing, and the occasional snore wasn't really that awful. Of course, she had kicked me several times in her untidy sleepy way, but what's a few kicks between friends? There were worse people to share your bed with.
Her nightmare had haunted me though. It was stupid to even think it, but it wouldn't leave me alone. There was so much I wanted to ask her about, so many things I was curious about, but I didn't want to build it all up into this big thing that was a problem. As far as Rose was concerned, it was a recurring nightmare that didn't mean a thing and couldn't hurt her. If I told her that I knew that dream, it would just freak her out. It had stopped now anyway, for her and me. I'd never managed to work out what had made it all stop, but it had, and the dream was gone. Soon, it would be gone for Rose too. There was no point in dragging it all up from the past.
So she wasn't interested in Scotland. That was a shame, there was loads we could have done there. Gone back a few centuries and seen a few battles. Gone forward a few millennia and watched a few more. But it wasn't to be. There was no point sulking about it. Time to get up, go back and try again.
By the way, the facts about Scotland come from Wikipedia... I love that website.