Chicken run

In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe. Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.

We sleep in and then it’s time to clean. The sun and breeze will dry the washing before the guests arrive. The chicks get banished to their own private enclosure. Angus installs a huge speaker in Callum’s car, rendering the boot practically useless.

I decamp to the bothy - and invite myself to Bills for dinner.