{A trip to Scotland}[15th August 1971]

[Redbook1:212-213][19710815]{A trip to Scotland}[15th August 1971]

Sunday 15th August 1971.

            When I wrote the last paragraph we were staying with [NI], who is my mother’s cousin.  Her husband [S] was away.  Her daughter fell for B and they went out to play in the loft together.

            N lives in a half-converted farmhouse near [J], in a fairly lonely stretch of country not far from Edinburgh.  Although they live nearly a mile off a very minor loop road, she locks the car door at night.  She has a dog.

            It rained nearly the whole day in Edinburgh, and the traffic was not good.  While the others went to see Hollyrood House I visited KTN, who seemed in good form and unashamedly enjoyed ‘reminiscing’.  He has, as KQ reported, grown a moustache and become, as he admits, otherwise rather middle [sic].  I enjoyed seeing him again, very much.

            We took the Motorail south that evening.  They had not told us, on our ticket, when to arrive; we arrived early and found that our car was to go on an earlier train, which it just caught.  British Rail!  While we were waiting to get onto our platform I talked to a Canadian; it turned out that he was waiting for the wrong train.  M said later that he was interested only in me.  She is suspicious! -- what would she have said if the poor fellow had been interested only in her?  If the filthy fairy had tried to get into B’s and my sleeping compartment we would have called the nice kind black steward and would have had him thrown out.

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