The 500 dash every day for the paper is a feature of Huttonian's visit to Killin; especially as a walk to the shops as something that is not a life style choice in Hutton. It has its hazards. The Guardian is an endangered species in the Hielands and the few copies on offer in News First go quickly. Yesterday I got the last copy-today Obvious Guardian Reader emerged and set off just a head of me, shopwards. Tweed Jacket, leather elbows, corduroy trousers, caring hat, anxious look-Lebanon and Global Warming
weighing heavily on his slender and slightly drooping shoulders. Last copy here he comes

He was brisk of walk and I would need to have broken into a run to pass him That would also be a rude thing to do in such a polite village. But by a massive burst of acceleration I was almost on his shoulder at the shop door. Should I burst past him and make sure of the last copy? No take a chance-it may be his first day in Killin and the Guardian was usually tucked away-not easy to spot without local knowledge. We entered News First, Siamese twins like, joined at thrusting hips. I saw the paper, he did not and with one leap it was free. Triumph.

There were two copies left.

The OGR returned to his hotel. Clutching two papers. The Sun for him.

And the Sun for her  ¶ 8:31 AM