Wow, what a journey we have had, one moment we are nice and cosy with our tartan scarves having a warm toddy, next we are whisked off and covered in some strange plastic. Patsy thought we were being readied for some strange Scottish kinky sex ritual, hoots girl what an imagination you have!
Next we are being driven a short distance in that lovely motor, we always fall asleep from the refined sound and smoothness of that boxer engine and the warmth helps too.
We are not really sure what happened next, but we spent hours being shaken around with this strange noise, clickety clack, clickety clack, Patsy thought it was somebody sharpening a knife, but I said "eat your oats" and she calmed down.
We eventually fell asleep, although I do remember waking for a bit as we were being thrown around, then I heard "diesel, fill er upp" and things got really bad, what a smell and the rough noises of that squealing engine and no warmth.
It was then morning, as I could see daylight through the small hole in our box that Iain had kindly left for some air to get in. The postman was very kind and reassured us that we would soon be home, then there was the sound of a door bell and we were back at Oak Meadows.
COMMENT FROM THE KIDNAPPERS
We are so, so glad to see that you arrived safely back with Richard and Angela. Looks like you had a safe journey with that nice postman.