Scotland 1981

My good old dad, The Donald (not to be mistaken for that American with the same moniker), took my sister Mary and me to Scotland for the first time in July 1981.  I celebrated my 13th birthday there with my Aunt Ann and Uncle Brai at their tea house in Port Appin.  They arranged for me to see Prince Charles open a sawmill nearby. That was my first royal sighting, and it cemented my royal fever. I was thoroughly swept up in the Royal Wedding that summer, and I'm still smug that I got to see Chuck and Di get married at a civilized hour, not in the middle of the night like everyone at home.  

1981 low-tech blog:

I am eager to see if there is still this waxy toilet paper stamped GOVERNMENT PROPERTY in any public facilities.