Ah the Meadowvale. If you asked for an egg for breakfast, she would go out to the hen - coop up the hill and get you one.
My sheepskin rugs were bought from Willie Leaske, a local taxi driver, who insisted on negotiating a price whilst sharing a half bottle of whisky with me.
When I first arrived, Cyril Loftus from Aberdeen was doing leave relief for Les. I don't know what he'd done to annoy the staff at the Sumburgh Hotel where he was staying but every day he would throw his sandwiches off the balcony and every day there was this seagull floating past ready to grab them. One day he said 'I asked for plain cheese sandwiches today; they can't possibly cock that up'.
The seagull got his lunch as normal; they'd smothered his cheese sandwiches with salt!