I have written two pages, as this episode was too long, and then yesterday posted the wrong one, so I retrieved it, and posted the right one, so there is a previous post to this one, posted today.

 We were driving happily along, I think we were happy for different reasons, me being in seventh heaven just thinking of never having to go anywhere with this guy again. Shame, he was such a good person, and I felt terrible to be so heartless, but darn it, if he couldn't see the stares of the people in the distillary, or my discomfort, I was sorry, but going out again was a definite no-no!
Just before turning off onto the road to Strathyre, at a place called Lochearnhead, we saw a lot of huge white tents, and a lot of people milling around. On me wondering what could be happening, Iain said that he was sure it was the yearly sheep shearing competition, and agricultural show, and on him enquiring whether he should turn in so I can have a look, I thought that there would surely be another few strange people, and with everyone milling around, my beau would not be so conspicious!
There was a big tractor standing at the entrance, and I realised that it was there to pull people out, the terrain wet and soggy from the rain that fell relentlessly the past week,  if getting out became a problem.
The little Panda, as usual a star, got to the parking area without trouble, but when I got out, and my boots disappeared almost completely underneath the mud, I realised just how bad it was, and if a lot more cars came in, there could be a real problem, so I was indeed glad to see that the tractor was manned by two strong, young farmers, ready for any emergency.
We spent a lovely hour or so, but most of the shearing competition was already done, and after eating a floppy, mustardy hot dog, we decided that it was time to go, the people thinning out quickly now with the rain that had started again. Everyone was talking about being so glad that the rain had kept off the whole day, but I don't think they realised just how soggy the parking lot had become.
The tractor was busy, as a lot of the cars with smaller enjins had to give up trying, and asked to be pulled out. We struggled through the mud, and I asked Iain if he didn't think it a good plan to ask for the tractor to help us, but he was adamant, he would get the little car out without any help. After struggling for bally ages, the Panda gallantly trying its best, without success, as we were just getting deeper and deeper into the mud, the one farmer came over to see if we would let them pull us out, but Iain looked at him with loathing and stated very clearly that no, we did not need help, and that the farmer was looking at a professional driver. Oh good heavens, he was a busdriver, not, as he seemed to think, a rally driver, and after that he tried extra hard, and I was getting quite hysterical, as the spinning wheels sent up huge pieces of sodden grass and mud flying through the air! People were gazing at us in horror and disbelieve, and I cried inside, as I had met quite a few people from Strathyre, and they all knew my car! When a group of youngsters started making funny remarks, I finally had enough, and slamming the door unmercifully, I waded through the mud, and asked the tractor guys for help. They looked at Iain, not sure what to expect, but I shortly and sweetly told them that it was my bally car, and I wanted them to get it out! My beau was not at all impressed, and sat very straight and stiff behind the wheel of the tractor- towed car! The rest of our drive home he was quite short with me, not ugly, just a bit unnerved, I thought. I was in no mood to be in his company any longer, and I told him that I needed a shower and a bed, and he left with a promise to take me on many more excursions! Like bally hell he was!
This time it was final, and all Anna's efforts to make this match from hell sound like one made in heaven, fell on deaf ears, and I just never answered the phone if I knew it was him!