"You just take a wee seat there, love. I'm off for a whizz." I step off the tarmac ribbon to cross the machair towards the public toilet over by the burn. Once inside, the unmistakable scent of piss over porcelain and concrete. Oh she was a wee beauty all those years ago. I mind how her girly smile on that wee face lifted me away. And she had more than enough o-levels for the job. She just lacked confidence, coming as she did from a poor family stuck on a rough estate. Aye , I knew even then I'd be taking her off the payroll to make her my bride. Almost a child bride. Am I really such a dirty old man? Was I? Nothing at all illegal about it. Her mother, herself very much a looker by the way, certainly saw sense in it. Aye, we had many good years since then - years when I could provide home comforts and holidays abroad and anything else ...