Hot bedding

In 1985 I spent a week scuba diving in the Isles of Scilly. I and my dive buddy stayed in a B&B in Hugh Town, St. Mary's. Two weeks later my buddy was on a family holiday on the Llyn Penninsular in North Wales. He was walking on Porth Neigwl beach and, being a London cabby, struck up a conversation with a dog walker, the only other person on the beach at the time. The stranger commented that North Wales was a contrast with his previous week's location. To cut a long conversation short, it transpired that he had just returned from a week's diving in Scilly. He had not only stayed in the same B&B, but had slept in the bed vacated by my buddy. He had arrived on the "Scillonian III" which docked at lunchtime. We then boarded the same ferry for our return trip home. Our paths must have crossed on the quayside.