On a misty grey morning at Scotland’s historic Culloden Battlefield, our daughter Lillie did not want to leave.
We had arrived early. Hours (and hours) later, a guide came to tell us the site was closing. Lillie kept going back to the same long stretch of Drummossie Moor, listening hard to the wind. She wandered to and from Leanach Cottage, meandering among clan grave markers, treading lightly and with respect. She asked questions, then went back to the marsh to think.