Together with John, I am camping on Canna, a wild and virtually uninhabited island off the coast of Scotland. Will our argument from the previous day be resolved? At five o’clock in the morning, I am wide awake. The first thing I think about is our argument from last night. John didn’t move his tent somewhere else, he just went to bed early without talking. The sun is already up. Here in the north of Scotland, the nights are short.... Read more