With family and friends we spent the “long hot summer of 1976” (Journal, 25 July) at the tip of the Ardnamurchan peninsula, then accessed only by 30 miles of single lane road with infrequent passing places. We were surprised and delighted to bump into Denis and Edna Healey at a local ceilidh, both of them very much on holiday. I asked him how he kept in touch. He replied that: “Holiday means holiday. Junior ministers and civil servants are there to look after things and, anyway, a policeman drives out from the mainland daily to bring any news and make sure we’re all right.”
Michael Grindrod
Hale, Cheshire
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