Gowan sat upon a large rock by the campfire with Dougal Mackenzie and the other highlanders. It had been a long day of collecting rent from village folk. He had his mouth curled up in that same cheerful smile he most times had whilst listening to the Gaelic banter between the Scots. The old lawyer pulled out his ledger and readied his ink and quill. Then he perceived absence of something else required

“Now where did I put me spectacles…”