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thought that if every couple on earth were half as nice as this
wonderful pair, then the world would almost certainly be a much happier
place to live in.Once you had become accustomed to their heavy Scottish
Highland accent, in a very short time all conversation became as clear
as water. Mac was a truly experienced aviation engineer; there was no
taking it away from him. He had a wildly growing beard, and a crazy way
of dressing, and was genuinely scruffy by appearance. Always dressed for
work in his overhalls, wellie boots (big toes protruding), some kind of
fishing hat, and a spotted red and white cravat. Mac’s complexion had
certainly been crafted by the outdoor elements of the Scottish
Highlands; his skin not only looked, but felt as rough as course sand paper.
Physically he would of looked more at home working on farm machinery, combine harvesters, tractors and like, than he did working
on something as technical as an aero plane.
Mac and Aggie lived in a lovely two storey wooden cabin, constructed of
large circular cedar logs and set back in amongst tall surrounding pine
trees brimming with gigantic crackling fir cones. It was positioned on
top of a hill about two and a half miles from Oban airport.
The log cabin looked down over the bay, and for as far as the eye could
see, the dark green frothy seas of the cold and stormy Atlantic Ocean beyond.
Aggie a well built lady spent most of her time looking after and
pampering her beloved husband. She had big rosy jolly looking face,
long graying hair worn in a ponytail, and normally dressed in a chequered
pinafore, red slippers, and smelling of freshly baked oatcakes.
She was undoubtedly one of Scotland’s undiscovered ‘super cooks’
continually testing and baking her new recipes. It was obvious from
Mac’s overly protruding stomach that he was Aggies’s unique testing
guinea pig for all of her new works of gastronomical art, prepared and
served directly from their very own kitchen.
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