B & B in Scotland

In July 1983 my wife and I were driving to Aberdeen to catch the ferry to Shetland and as we hadn't left home in West Yorks until the afternoon we decided that after we had crossed the Forth Bridge we would call at a b & b for the night: by this time we had travelled about 200 miles. In the evening we were talking to the couple who ran the b & b and the lady remarked to her husband that our accents reminded her of her brother- in -law, John who lived in Halifax. She told us that he was in charge of the Parks department of his local council. I asked her what his name was and was amazed to realise that I had been talking to him that morning in the park where I was employed as a gardener. When I returned to work later, John came looking for me to confirm that it was me that his sister-in-law had told him about.