When we arrived, at the tail end of a mad-dash across pretty much all of Northern Scotland, only to be told, “but madam, dinner was served at seven, all of our guests are at table”, imagine us fuming, hungry, and wondering where the hell we were going to find food at this time of deep dark night (a quarter to eight) in the rough country of the North-West.
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