I worked for W.G. Adams the butcher at Dalkeith, I was returning to
Dalkeith from W.G.'s shop in Dalkeith Road, Edinburgh with a load of veal
and other types of pie. The van (a Ford 10cwt) skidded on wet leaves
as I came round a corner and it neatly landed on its side, this was just
before Danderhall Village.
I was fortunate, as there was a group of miners out
for a walk. They saw what had happened. These Lads then got
round the van and lifted it back onto its wheels. Their thoughts
were for me rather than the van. There was minimal damage to the
pies as they were on quite tight racks so there wasn't a great deal of
I was extremely grateful to the lads that I gave
them some of the pies that had got the worst of the damage. I
had the presence of mind to get some of the lads to write their names in
my notebook and to say what had happened. We never thought in those
days about carrying a camera with us.
I got a Swearing from W.G. until I had explained
what had happened to his wife and showed her the names in the notebook."