Back in '67 - I bought a bust up caravan from a good teg neebr of mine.
Once I got it home I told the missus to pack 'er mither's bags and I'd take the old bawbag up the Trossachs for an Easter break.
Leaving the missus at home I drove up to Brig o' Turk with the mither in law in tow, turned "off road" deep into Glen Finglas, unhooked the caravan and left the old bawbag to enjoy a weeks break telling 'er I'd pick 'er back up on 1st April.
Forty odd years on the old bawbag's still waiting!
"Sad but true my Friends, Sad but True!"
