I stayed with the girls at the caravan until Irma got back, and I was introduced to Ally, who looked everywhere but at me, and I could see that Irma was bursting with laughter.He had a quick coffee with us, all the time having quite a hard time evading eye contact with me, something I just couldn't understand.

When he left, Irma told me that Ally believed that it was me who tried to get one up on Irma, and had phoned him to make the other date. Goodness, we had a merry old laugh at the poor man's expense, and when Irma told me that he almost had an apoplexy when he heard that I was her mother, our mirth did not know any boundaries.

Both of us, and the girls, remembered that he was not alone that day when he brought her the letter in Comrie, as there was another young man behind the wheel of that truck. But it was quite embarrassing to me, knowing that the bally man thought that I would do something like that, even if Irma wasn't my daughter!

We figured out that it must have been his friend , and indeed a few days later we were told that it was indeed, and that his friend had asked some American girl to phone him! What a bally relieve.

That night it rained, and rained , with heavy winds, and I was quite worried about the girls in the caravan. To make my night worse, Jim must have had one big night at the pub, as he came up the stairs, making a terrific racket, and then lay snoring fit to wake even a hundred year old peach pip!

When morning came at last, it was still raining, but the winds had stopped, and I thanked the Lord that I didn't have to work.

I had a leisurely coffee in bed, then lay reading a bit, as the other three would definitely not be awake before seven thirty.

When at last I got the panda going, getting soaking wet in the process, I drove slowly and carefully to the caravan park to see if the lazy birds were up. What met my eyes was a situation so bizarre that I just sat on the verge of the road, looking down at a sea of water where the caravan park was supposed to be! I saw Emma going from caravan to caravan in a kajak, and everywhere people's belongings were floating lazily in the new formed loch, even a small fridge was bobbing merrilly up and down.

I put on my water boots that was always in the car, and walked down to have a talk with Emma, who was looking scared but determent to look after the people, and she assured me that my kids were quite alright, as the caravan was on higher ground, and the water only got up to the door, but didn't flood it.

The three inside was still sleeping through all this, and after some good and raucous yelling, a face appeared at the window, and I saw the eyes grew round, then another face, same thing, and then Irma at last had a look, and I had to laugh at her astonishment!

Luckily, or maybe not so, most of the caravans were empty, as a lot of them were parked in the park right through the year, so there was no casualties, but boy, oh boy, looking at the stuff floating around that poor Emma tried to gather, I think there must have been a lot of damage!

Back in the village we heard that in very rare instances the Balvaig, that flows through Strathyre and into Loch Lubnaig, overflows, and the caravanpark swamped, and this temporary loch has actually a name, and that is Loch Occasional! Very funny!