Moira McKinnon breaks into a sprint, accompanied by a as if a tailwind were hurrying her along. For once on this 15-yearold’s solitary journey to the sea (born and raised in the Scottish Highlands, she’s never been) at the behest of her uncle Hamish, she’s got company. Moments ago, a deer appeared before her, this quadrupedal sherpa seemingly ushering her to follow it. As it accelerates into a gallop, she matches its tempo, hopping between and over rocks with taps of X and Y as the fiddles and accordions of a Celtic folk soundtrack briefly dispel the rain and thunder. Our teenaged
