The lads and I were opening a farmhouse roof one fine summers morning, we had stripped off sarking and slates from the apex, when out flew about three or four hundred of them and set off across the glen in a cloud towards another three storey house belonging to the local Laird.

Unfortunately the maid had opened all the front windows to air the place, so the bats took full advantage and declared "squatters rights"...... The Lady of the house nearly peed herself when she walked into the drawing room and saw the bats clinging to curtains lampshades and anything soft they could get a grip of.

She later got to hear of the "Great Escape" and gave me "bats shit" about it. :0)