Sir, An enormous thank you to the guy who works at the Whiting Bay hardware store. At 4pm last Friday, I was getting into my car when the ignition keys slipped from my grasp and fell into a drain.
To my horror, the drain was sealed in the tarmac and all I could see beneath the bars of the culvert was a well of dark and impenetrable water. As an English woman of middle years, holidaying on Arran and therefore a ‘stranger in a foreign land’, I feared the worst: stranded, car-less and just as the working week was coming to an end.
In desperation, I went to the hardware store in Whiting Bay. There I met a chap with a plaited grey beard. Without hesitation, he unpacked a telescopic magnet and patiently dredged and probed the inky blackness.
After a little while the tool was retracted with my keys firmly attached. I was so relieved! My hero was self-effacing and firmly rejected any reward. He was a proper gent and upheld the true tradition of Arran’s obliging and helpful nature.
Yours, Jo Grogan, South Milford, York.