What next? Well, the fragrant WW took us all for an excellent lunch to a Relais & Chateau establishment. I hope our amusing company repaid for her generosity - it was a truly memorable experience.
As we were leaving, a somewhat-past-middle-aged lady with not very well dyed hair, but very expensive clothes came into the reception area. Following her with the bage was a man at least 20 years her junior. He was what I would describe as sleekly attentive, in the way that only someone effectively being paid would be. Think of the Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone. I can assure you the lady was not in the same category as Vivien Leigh, although the man following could have been a Warren Beatty.
And then he spoke. And by George he was Scottish!
I don't think I've ever been as surprised by anything.
Maybe it's true that we Scots are the most romantic people on earth....