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excelled in football at school. He had been travelling around Europe with some of his football team mates when he was introduced to Tara in a bar in Germany by one of his friends.
    Euan was due a visit to the UK. He had promised Jim, during their phone call a few days ago that he would be back at some point this year and would be bringing Tara back with him.
    “It’ll be great to see you, bro! I can’t wait! I’m looking forward to seeing where you end up living now that you’re rid of Cruella De Ville!” Euan chuckled. He had actually always seemed to like Felicity but in recent years that clearly had changed.
    “Euan, please don’t call her that,” Jim said flatly.
    “Hey, why the fuck are you defending her? After what she did to you, I think you could be forgiven for calling her a lot fucking worse!”
    “Aye…well, it won’t change anything, so what’s the point?” Jim’s voice was a low resigned rumble.
    “Look, bro, I’m a fair distance away, I know that, but I’m only at the end of the phone, okay? You call me if you need to talk.”
    “Aye, I know. Thanks… Love you, bro.”
    “Aye and I love you too, you ugly fucker!” Euan chuckled and hung up.
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    Jasper slept as Jim drove through the towns and cities of middle England and on up through the industrial landscape in the north of the country. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally drove across the border into Scotland. It was early evening and the Borders were aglow with the low winter sun. The snow-capped Cheviot Hills dazzled on the horizon as the sun glinted on the bright, glistening canvas, spread over them like a crisp white blanket. It was a truly stunning sight.
    Thankfully the weather had been rather kind and the snow had not yet arrived in earnest. Jim was sure that this would most likely change once he had arrived at his new home. This was the worst time of year for getting snowed in after all.
    As night fell the journey was drawing to its conclusion. There had been several stops for Jim to stretch his legs and for Jasper to do his necessary doggy business. Service station coffee had most definitely improved, Jim had mused, as he had drank his third of the journey. At least these days the well-known coffee chains had lodged themselves nicely in there, meaning that at least what he drank actually tasted like coffee.
    The moonlit Highlands in winter—what a sight to behold. The rugged, stony outcrops sparkled with a light dusting of snow, like icing sugar on a slice of rocky road cake. The temperature had dropped and the sun had given way to the bright white full moon. Myriad stars were visible like diamonds strewn across black velvet. It really was beautiful. He could clearly make out The Big Dipper and Orion as he drove. He had to keep reminding himself to look ahead at the road so he could drive straight; the sky was such a glorious distraction. The road, however, was empty apart from Jim’s Land Rover and the odd motorbike or car. Other road users were certainly few and far between, giving Jim’s surroundings a particularly eerie atmosphere.
    Jim was beginning to feel exhausted. He was thankful that tonight would not be his official moving in. He had managed to get a removal firm that would hold his furniture overnight, meaning he could at least get a decent night’s sleep at a bed and breakfast prior to the gruelling day to come. He had located a dog friendly bed and breakfast where Jasper was allowed to sleep on the floor beside his bed. This was a relief as he didn’t fancy having to make his best friend sleep in the car on a clear night like tonight when there was certain to be a frost.
    It was late when Jim arrived in the Highlands. He checked into the bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Dingwall and snuggled up for the night, exhausted after his long, lonely drive. Sleep came quickly, but Jim was plagued by dreams of his ex and their failed marriage. The fitful night’s sleep ended at six o’clock when he