If you read this, then either you read the entire story, or you skipped to the end because it bored you to death. But you’re here nonetheless. So, how does the story ends?
The middle aged man in the midst of a mid-life incident (sorry but a road trip to Scotland doesn’t qualify as a crisis) returns home to his family without killing a single animal (unless you consider midges, mosquitos, flies and other buzzing stuff actual animals).
Thank god. No more ramblings about the Highlands, no more pictures of green grass and broken castles, no more lost-and-found bullshit, no more roads. Just a railway. City Thameslink. Blackfriars station.
Cliché.