“Knew it,” Charlie says. “She can’t stand missing out on anything!” We hear her before we can see her, and then two figures hove into sight on the beach, one tall, one tiny. She races up to us and throws her arms around my leg, begging to be lifted up to see the ’rora through the camera’s viewfinder. “Camryn Genevieve! You’re meant to be in bed!” I say. Hugh shrugs and smiles. “What can you do? Aurora-chaser like Mum and big brother.”
