I keep driving past this on my way to Kinlochleven. It turned out to be David Stirling, founder of the SAS of whom Field Marshall Montgomery said, "The boy Stirling is quite mad, quite, quite mad. However, in a war there is often a place for mad people."

There were quite a lot of cars in his car park, with people reading the papers, opening hampers, having sex etc but none seemed to have the slightest interest in him. There is something very odd like a snake or thin croissant sticking out of his duffel coat pocket, with no explanation.