Waves of Terror

Mrs Margaret Currie

1954

It has been a beautiful, warm, sunny day, and it was now seven oclock in the evening. My two young daughters were in bed when my husband, Dan, asked if I would like to go for a wee sail. He had been approached by a friend, Andy McCormack, to help ferry a tennis party back to Toward Point. Zelma, Andys wife, had invited the tennis party to Rothesay for a return match.

I was hesitant at first about leaving the children. Then two friends, Margaret and George, who were holidaying with us, persuaded me to have a wee while off, and they would look after the girls. ... (continues)