One Sunday afternoon in June the delightful assistants were feeling the itch of the outdoors. It had been raining earlier in the day but the sun had come out and they felt it would do them good to get a bit of fresh air and exercise.
They jumped into the car and their chauffeur drove them off to the quiet road marked ‘St Fink’ on the outskirts of Rattray, a few minutes’ drive from where they live.
There were a few spots of light rain in the air as they got out of the car, but nothing significant. They set off, admiring the greenery and enjoying the peacefulness.
Not long into their walk the sky began to darken and the few spots of rain increased and multiplied. They turned off the main road onto a track marked ‘Tullyfergus’, which looked as if it might offer some protection from tree branches meeting overhead.
Right enough, the canopy was substantial enough to allow delightful assistant no.1 to take down the hood of her jacket without risking a dampened head.
Always one for keeping an eye on the plants, delightful assistant no.1 was alert to anything of interest amongst the verges.
As is often the case on her countryside walks, she frequently stopped to investigate things that caught her eye. This gave her spouse the opportunity for one of his favourite pursuits on such outings: a bit of stick pointing.
They continued along the track until they reached some buildings that looked inhabited. The track seemed to carry on a little way, but they felt it only courteous to turn back and respect the residents’ privacy.
As they walked back along the track, the rain came on very heavily. Their chauffeur ran ahead, dashed along the open road to the car and sped back to the track to pick them up. They had enjoyed their little outing, but were glad to get home in the pouring rain for a nice hot cup of tea.