The indicators blink at the stop line. The jeep pulls out, and accelerates along the road. Ben watches the scenery change, the meadows of yellow flowers, the green of the grass and the iron-rich-red-ochre soil blurring in a impressionistic haze of colour set against a backdrop of steep cliffs rising up alongside the road. He becomes lost in the scene from his passenger side window, whilst behind him his sister chats with her two friends.
I’m on my way to the old farm – Hanna Katla’s summer house – and a new twist in the story unfolds…
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