We recognised the ghillie as the one from the Ardushiane Hotel. He had once asked on the last evening of a weekend trip to the Highlands whether we would be shooting the next day. At the time I had been tempted to answer ‘Yes, I’m going into the office tomorrow. Please prepare my guns’.
Now he was working for a less prestigious hotel with aspirations. Here evening entertainment was offered as a means of attracting guests. This included a weekend-long murder-mystery quiz at which audience participation was expected.
PS was selected to take to the stage first. SM couldn’t bear to think of her there on her own (albeit with the cast) so he followed her up and joined the chorus. He fitted in fine in his honeymoon outfit of oatmeal linen suit and brown and white correspondent shoes.
I watched from the stalls with KA and her daughter R, who thought that the whole show as a rehearsal for Dr Who. Next to us was a set of parents who were hot-housing their kids with maths puzzles.