The Tuesday morning of my date with Iain the bus driver broke clear and with the sun out for a change, I felt quite excited about my tour. By ten I was all dolled up, looking nice indeed in my new pair of designer jeans by Prada that I got from the charity shop at a snip! Anna was downstairs for her breakfast, when I heard this racket sounding like a few planes revving up for take off, as the bally hotel were shaking on its foundations. I was still gaping at the rusted red car that stood revving and shaking on the sidewalk, when my phone rang, and it was Iain asking me to come down and out to his car, as he could not turn the enjin off, there being no downhill bit to give it a run start again. I was gutted,and shuddering at the thought of driving in this piece of almost junk with its four new and brightly shining mag wheels, I went down to ask one of the others to go out and tell this man that I got deathly sick suddenly!
But this three traitors were peeping through the pub window, enjoying this immensely, and told me not to be such a coward, almost pushing me through the door. If I thought the revving was bad, I was mistaken, as now I could hear music spilling from this monster, and it was so loud, and combined with the noise of the enjin,  the little car was jumping around like a thing posessed, bringing everyone in the vicinity out to see what the heck was going on! I turned back to make my escape, but the other three barred my way, laughing like three bally Hienas, and they again pushed me out of the door. This time there was no escape, as Iain had seen me, and waved energetically, shouting a loud hallo!
The car did not have a built in sound system, or a tape player, and on the back seat was this huge black monster spewing out lyrics from some of other Scottish group, and this thing was also jumping around, the volume much too high! I looked at the hotel for help, but that lot was laughing so much they were almost doubled up, and I decided to make the best of this nightmare, by sliding down on the seat so as not to be visible to the rest of Strathyre that had not yet seen me, as the lot close to the hotel were looking on with shock and horror! As it was impossible to have a conversation, I closed my eyes and pretended that I was high up on Benn Shaen, the mountain watching over Strathyre.
The first village we got to was Comry, where we again stunned the people, as the car had to be revved so the enjin don't die every time we stopped, and with that earsplitting music spilling out, it made for an unearthly combination, and after giving one look at the surroundings, as Iain was pointing out some of the sights, I slid even further down in my seat, closed my eyes again, and hope nobody saw me, or recognised me!
Once on he open road to Aberfeldy I relaxed a bit, and after Iain turned the music down a little so I could at least try and hear what he was saying, things got a bit better, as he was indeed quite knowledgeable about his country and its history, and by the time we got to our destination I felt a lot better.
We drove around for ages, me now almost flat on my back, as he had turned the music back up, looking for a suitable parking spot. It had to be on a downhill, as his car's starter motor had broken down!
Once out of that monstrosity I became more enthusiastic at what he showed me, and after a lot of walking, which I really enjoyed, we had a lovely meal at a small Turkish cafe.
But the thought of getting into that car again was bally unnerving, and I tried to stall it a bit so that the village people could finish working and go home, leaving us to depart with a bit of dignity. But Iain was adamant, he wanted to show me the riverside outside the village, and to get there we had to drive, so into the car we got, and soon we were hurtling down the very narrow road at breakneck speed, before at last the enjin sprang to life, and off we went.
When at last we got home, it looked as if Iain wanted to stay, but I begged Rosanne to tell him that there was a crisis and I had to work, and with a promise to go out again, I thankfully saw him revving down the road and hopefully out of my life, as I had NO intention of braving such a day again. Shame, he was such a nice person, but not the type of person that I was used to.