About 30 years ago, my parents moved house to the Highlands of Scotland, where we spent a couple of years growing up. My parents ran a little grocery store in Lairg, Sutherland selling daily necessities to the locals in winter, and to visitors in summer.
One story that I’m frequently regaled with is how on moving to the highlands, we didn’t rent any moving trucks but we were offered a large highland cattle truck that hadn’t been very well cleaned out and was driven by a local called Don.
He came to our house and picked up our stuff in this huge Highland Cattle Haulage truck. Cool story! Wish I could say the same for our possessions. Mom nearly had a fit when she saw the truck!