“Aye, sir. Ye keep on aboot ten minutes’ walk past the end o’ the village, then turn left where Auld John’s hay pike used tae stand, afore the fire took it a few years back.”
(A grizzled old rural man wearing a worn tweed jacket, flat-cap and heavy boots) and his (scruffy old cairn-terrier dog) stand next to the driver's side window of a (shiny clean new maroon Range Rover); he uses his walking stick to point down the cobble-stone street through a little rustic village; he ...