The next day was pouring wet, so no beach, but the following day we went on a short bus outing to the nearby town. After a wander round the busy seaside town’s main street, Ian and I went up a side street and spotted Miss Watson coming out of a shop a wee bit further up. We walked on nearer to the shop and saw in the window what we took to be corsets and bras. Feeling very bold, we looked in the door and there, amongst the lacy lingerie, was Mrs McTaggart, with a pair of long silky knickers held in front of her. She must have caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and started to turn our way, so we ducked back out of sight and Ian said ”Wow, that was close, I don’t think she spotted us”.