I have been neglectful about keeping the story going. We left it, if you recall, as Friend John and I made our way from the loch where we’d dumped Iain “Bon-Bon” Colling’s top of the range four-door saloon, having, earlier that day, dumped Collings himself on a small island in the middle of another loch. … Continue reading 11th June -All the lassies shout “Hello! Where’s your hiking troosers?”