Still in shock, we caught the first afternoon flight to inverness - I thanked London transport for not having engineering works, which would certainly have tipped us over the edge. it was odd being surrounded by holiday makers, all happy and chattering. We must have made an odd couple - crying most of the time in some way and not talking. Every so often, airport staff would wish us a 'happy holiday'...

At Inverness, my parents and Rory picked us up and we went back to their house. Fred's dad was still in Aberdeen and would be driving through tomorrow. A hard evening. Nothing to say and everything to think about.

Fred and I felt better walking and so tramped the three miles into the town centre where Saturday night was in full flow. So very normal.