In Oban yesterday to do some shopping, we stopped into the Outside Edge outdoors equipment store for a looksee. Not long into strolling around the displays, the most embarrassing thing happened: I accidentally brushed past a young man who was wandering around the shop and, as we passed, our little fingers curled around each other. In the best British tradition of pretending that nothing had happened, we muttered apologies at each other and walked apart again. Goodness only knows what he thought had happened there, but his nerve cracked first and he left the shop shortly thereafter. I went on to buy a new basewear top and a compass to replace my old one which had grown a bubble on the last occasion of its use.