He waited his turn in the long queue with Martha tucked under his arm. His feet were beginning to hurt. These new brogues that he had ordered were pinching his toes. He did not notice while he was driving but was in extreme discomfort. This was no good, he thought. He could not walk around or stand all day in these new brogues. He slipped out of the queue clutching Martha and headed back to the Land Rover. He was going to put his old, comfortable boots back on. Who cares what they looked like, if he wore the new brogues all day, he would be crippled by the end of the day and they would need to wheel him out in a wheelchair! As soon as he got back to the farm, the brogues were going back into their box and being sent back . He hadn't paid for them yet as he got them on approval from Aitkenhead and Hardy, who sent them up to him on the bus. Well, they would be making the trip back to them via the village bus. He had been buying his footwear from Aitkenhead and Hardy as far back as he could remember, as did his father. A family run firm for generations, all footwear was sent to their customers by bus on approval. If they were not comfortable or ill fitting, you then put them back in the box and sent them back for a different size or a different pair of boots or shoes. The local bus would wind it's way through the picturesque back roads outside Oban to the outlying farms that dotted the landscape that was covered in heather and grazing sheep. The bus could be carrying anything from Fisherman's Friend, assorted livestock and food supplies to old Sandy's dinner that he forgot when he set out earlier on his tractor to help out Dougie, who was two farms away from him. His missus put the bucket with Sandy's dinner in it, on the bus, behind the driver It was this bus that carried Mr Finleyson's brogues which sat neatly wrapped in thick brown paper and tied up with brown string. Also on the seat in the third row, left hand side of the bus, sat eight more neatly wrapped boxes containing men and women's shoes from Aitkenhead and Hardy, alongside Mr Finleyson's brogues. They were all to be dropped off along the way, on approval. Once Martha sneaked onto the bus when the driver, Ewan, was by the barn speaking to Mr Finleyson. Her nosiness getting the better of her once again! She went and hid under one of the seats at the back of the bus. She was gone for hours until Ewan went down a steep gorge in the glen and all these eggs came rolling down the aisle to the front of the bus.