Muir of Ord

It was supposed to be a nice weekend in the Highlands. A round of golf, then on to the B&B. It didn’t quite work out that way. Instead of soaking in a B&B bathtub, he drove into a pothole the size of a bathtub. It’s understandable how I was left for dead. The damage was major. I was chucked quite a distance. Rolled deep into the grass. Always wanted to see the Highlands. But not like this.