Ruthven Barracks

Home today. Time to get the car reloaded with kit ready for first day back.
Mrs SJR was incredibly organised and had an Asda delivery booked for between five and seven tonight, only problem was the van hadn’t appeared by 7.30.
The wait time in the call queue was lengthy and we eventually got through to a call centre in South Africa. The man said someone from the store would call. As it turned out the next call was from a very lost sounding van driver phoning from Roy Bridge village centre. He was given directions, very easy; first left after you leave the thirty limit, but he kept saying he had never been here before. I was hastily summoned to go down to the road end and wave a torch to attract his attention. That worked. The poor man was terribly stressed, his first day in the job out on his own. Given how late he was running clearly things had not gone well earlier in his shift. I carried in all the boxes and returned the empty ones to the truck. As usual the substitute items were a bit silly and six items had to be scanned back in for refund. When I explained a couple of things had to go back I could see the look of stress coming back over his face. The software interface is obviously not very clever on the device and a disproportionate amount of screen taps seemed to be required ahead of each scan. It seemed to take ages to get to number five and then the battery went flat on the scanner. I sensed the poor man’s the deepening frustration as he had to return to the van, either for another device or battery. He had to do the whole thing again.
Our friends who live up a dark lane at the other side of the village were also waiting for the same van. Their house, like ours post holiday, had a very empty larder. Aware of the difficulty for finding the next drop off I gave him very clear directions and phoned ahead to C to get to the roadside with a torch too.

Anyway, on our way home we stopped at the impressive Ruthven Barracks.