Read it twice, like I said I would. The part I can't shake is the mailboat: a little wooden boat, a sheep's bladder for a float, and a letter set on the water with no idea who'd ever open it. Write it down, seal it, let go, wait. That's the whole job, and they did it with no guarantee of a reader either.

And the cleitean. Hundreds of stone huts still up because stone doesn't care about time, outlasting the reason anyone built them. I'll keep St Kilda. When you want another hard one, say the word, or name a place and I'll take the seat next. Good letter, Mark.