Jewish highland flatbed lorry tradition (Rousse)

TPR had dumped me, but I had somehow managed to replace him with a young, dark-haired man in his early twenties. My new boyfriend and I travelled on two ferries with my parents for a long weekend away together.

The only problem was that this youngster did not consider himself my boyfriend. I should have spotted his reluctance to hold hands with me.

As soon as we reach our destination he waved goodbye to me and jumped aboard a flatbed lorry. Members of his own family joined him. They shouted over that it was a Jewish tradition to meet together on a lorry in the Highlands on an annual basis, and they were very grateful that I had been able to offer their son a lift.

I wasn’t sure how I would cope with my parents on my own all weekend. I wanted TPR back more than ever.

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