If you’re reading this, then I am gone.
Don’t be sad, I didn’t suffer. I got one of those plug-in FM transmitters so I can hear my iPod in the motor again.
And, I’m in a better place. Somewhere between Kintail and Knoydart.
The inscription reads…
“Here he lies, not camping but sleeping in the back of the car ‘cos he’s feart o’ the weather”
Monday as seen above seems awfy far away.