Originally Posted by
Jock Scot
From what I can remember no one was too choosy how heavy the wool was as long as it did the job whilst not breaking your shoulder.I vividly recall my mother driving in an open Bently, my brother and me as wee lads, back from a highland games in pouring rain, wrapped in my father's plaid. She was furious as the driver was drunk under a table!
Jock,
That answers by question.
When we get our tax return I will buy one and post a review and pictures
Cheers
Jamie
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
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