The plan was to get a bus to Meadows Festival, which we did. When we reached the stalls we stopped at the Thrift Shop stall which Neil was manning. A wee bit of a chat with him and then I looked around, no sign of Donald. Neil came out of his tent and scanned the crowds with me. 'He's got a long rain coat on and a blue bucket hat'. We couldn't see him at all. I said he's either been kidnapped or done a runner. So I just went on my way, what else could I do. A good 10 minutes later I spotted him in the distance. He was slowly ambling towards me. We did a lot of walking around the stalls, too much for he began to lose leg power so I got him to a bench and fetched some foodstuff for us. A good feed and rest I asked if he thought he could make it for a coffee in the Canopy. Yes, fine he said. Every step was slow and halting but we took it very slowly and got there. He had water and then 2 sugars in his coffee and once again was a little revived. We took our time to set off for the bus and at long last, with painfully slow walking we got into his flat, he threw himself down onto the couch, I swirled his legs up and it was a relief to see him lying down. He did have a sleep and after a few hours was recovered. All through this though we laughed and joked as if nothing was amiss. What a great guy!