We stayed at Carraig Fhada at the time - Singing Sands was a favorite spot. I remember hiring bicycles and cycling out past the Laphroaig Distillery. My sons bicycles chain snapped about Twelve miles outside Port Ellen.
I had to scooter like on the way back - covered in oil. We arrived back when the prince passed - the car slowed down as they passed. He was sitting in the back with two or three other people. We where a right site after a Twenty Four mile cycle. I remember him looking at me eye to eye - The strangest feeling washed over me - as if someone had walked over my grave. It took several glasses of Laphroaig to calm me down. Incidentally this has happened twice - the other time in Glasgow's George Square - I was demonstrating carrying a red flag - again the car slowed at the corner he pointed to the flag - then looked me in the eye. shiver shiver. Seven pints of McEwans
Heavy eased the pain.