One of my most vivid childhood memories is of standing on the bank of Loch Earn in Perthshire on a family holiday. I must have been about 9 or 10 years old so it was around 1973.
It is a beautiful part of the world, very different from the estate where we lived. Dad was a young elder, with a young family and a physically demanding job.
I remember so clearly we were skimming stones across the water when he said how much he wanted the "new system to come soon" it was a real heartfelt plea.
That was 37 years ago. Now he is retired and they are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary this month (I'm not invited)
It makes me sad to think about.