New Year’s day was a very peaceful day in the Lloyd-Jones household. We decided to pay a visit to Cathie.
Long gone are the wild Hogmanays of my youth when we would prowl the road between Rothesay and Ardbeg in packs listening for and then gatecrashing parties. We lived on Bute, population 4,000. Everybody knew everybody. I remember one year – when Adam and the Ants were all the rage – a group of about six of us crashed a Hogmanay party in a house called Tigh-na-Mara (Gaelic for “house on the shore”) and confiscated a 70oz bottle of whisky. I’m not proud of it, but, to be fair, it was only Famous Grouse, so not much of a prize.