It was truly a chance meeting. They had not seen each other for
almost a decade but they knew each other instantly. “Leatherby; Harry
Leatherby, if I’m not mistaken.” said the younger man.

“You are quite correct…” said the older man as he looked at the
first, “Ravensdale; Charlie Ravensdale. What are you doing here?”

They immediately started to talk to explain what in each their lives
had brought them to this little hotel in the Scottish Borders without
even a telly capable of showing BBC1. Ravensdale had just completed
his degree — with honours — at Uni and was …