Coming round a bend on the Scottish coast we came across this sad sight, the result of a recent wicked storm. Having just toured Glencoe, this dialog came to mind:
"Morning Duncan, how are you?"
"...well, Mr. Campbell. It seems we had a wee bit of wind here and that Black Badger of yours got a mind of it's own to go for a wee sail."
Well, I'm sure you did a fine job of taking care of her, just as always, right Dunc?"
"Well, Mr Campbell, I saw the weather coming in last night and thought I'd sleep aboard for safety's sake, but then I remembered the last time that a Campbell slept in a MacDonald bed, and that made me think it might not be a good thing for a MacDonald to sleep in a Campbell bed.
Good thing, too, Mr. MacDonald, or we'd have had another Glen Coe. I will tell you though that your Black Badger is now out of harms way, so to speak..."
