Which is crazier and/or more dangerous?
Being caught in high winds whilst working in a suspended cradle 200 ft above the North Sea?
Getting involved in blood-splattered battles in the construction camp bar?
My circuitous journey from London’s underworld to Loch Kishorn began when situations were getting very ‘hot’ and I’d had to hurriedly exit London for health reasons. It was in my best interests if lived discretely; merely a temporary move until ‘things’ quietened down.