My father and I would go on hill walks every second Sunday of the Month.  it was usual after a day on the hills for the coach to stop off in Callander on the return journey so that we could make a quick call to the local toilets and get a Fish supper.  On one exceptionally hot day we did the Aonach Eagach ridge walk, East to West, along the tops of the mountains on the northern flank of Glen Coe. We descended the scree slope towards the Clachaig Inn and went in to slake our thirst at the bar.  The first pint of beer lasted perhaps all of thirty seconds and immediately a further round was ordered.  The second pint had a little more staying power but after only perhaps five minutes a third round of pints appeared.  These were drunk over the course of about ten minutes after which we climbed aboard the coach to take us home. 

   After about twenty minutes on the coach I could feel that the earlier rapid intake of fluids was beginning to take effect and bragged to Dad that I would be the first to the toilets in Callander, still over an hour away.  A further five minutes passed and, as Billy Connolly would say, 'I could feel my back teeth beginning to float'.  I confided as much to my Dad and told him I would need to ask the driver to stop somewhere soon.  "If you feel you must" my Dad said quite casually.  I duly told the driver and waited for him to stop with increasing anxiety as I could begin to feel pain from my Kidneys.  I again made my way forward to the driver and said that unless he found a place to stop very soon I would do myself a mischief. I returned to my seat and again asked my Dad if he at all needed the toilet to which he replied that he was "perfectly fine".  About fifteen seconds later the coach pulled into a lay-by and I shot off the coach to pee against the back wheel.  To my complete surprise everyone else on the coach quickly joined me and standing shoulder to shoulder engaged in jet washing the entire side of the coach, my Dad included.  I was the last to return to my seat.  My Dad was sat grinning and said "oh I'm so grateful that you managed to stop the coach, I was getting into a bit of panic there" I shook my head and laughed.       

See attached photos of my Dad in February 2018 at the Red Moss bog, Balerno near Edinburgh