At the bottom of the meadow is a tiny crescent of beach, and beyond it the wild grey sea. I've pictured this view in my head so many times, and now I'm here, I know it will change everything. The whitewashed cottage with a peeling green painted door to my right must be his house... When Abby steps off the ferry and onto the tiny island of Kinlossay, she squeezes her daughter's hand and prays this...