Max Garvie, a wealthy farmer, lived with his attractive wife Sheila and their three children in East Scotland. Reg McKay tells their story in rather purple prose below…..
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Still only in their late 20s, they seemed to have everything- money, healthy children, a loving relationship – then it all went sour. It was the 1960s and times were changing. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll were all the rage for those who could afford them.
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Max took to drinking heavily and downing tranquillisers, often while flying his private plane in hands-free, dare-devil stunts over the North Sea. The risks gave him the buzz he craved but that too soon wore off. It was his other, more intimate tastes that took over.
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Max planted a triangle of trees and thick bushes near their home. Farmers did that type of thing to provide shelter against the north-east’s strong elements but his shelter wasn’t for crops. It was for naked people. Max Garvie had built a nudist colony. At first only friends were invited. Just some well-to-do folks having a laugh. Then the sex orgies followed soon after.
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The Garvies were flamboyant – Max with his plane and his cars, Sheila dressed in the best of fashion, short skirts and tight tops from Carnaby Street showing her fine figure to advantage. Even in that area of large estates and farms, the neighbours were beginning to notice what the Garvies and their friends were up to. The sober minded, Doric-speaking villagers dubbed the Garvies’ home Kinky Cottage.
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Max Garvie was insatiable. As the sex orgies broke one taboo, he had to find new challenges. He found his next thrill in a most unexpected manner when he met a handsome young man, 20-year-old Brian Tevendale. Max had already had a few affairs with young men and was certainly attracted to Tevendale but he had other plans for him.
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Tevendale was invited to the Garvies’ home frequently. Max would leave the young man alone with Sheila and later demand to know from his wife if the two had had sex. Sheila was upset as the orgies with friends were something she and Max did together. For her to have sex with another man on her own was like an affair, infidelity. Sheila wasn’t that type – not then.
One night in 1967, Tevendale was staying over at the Garvies’ yet again. In the early hours, his bedroom door suddenly opened and a naked, shivering Sheila was shoved into the room by her husband. At last he had broken his wife’s will.
The games took a new turn with Max and Brian tossing a coin to see who would sleep with Sheila. When Max lost he insisted the three go to bed together. Then Max began sleeping with Tevendale’s sister, Trudi Birse.
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A policeman’s wife, Trudi joined in four-in-a-bed romps with the Garvies and her own brother. Trudi’s husband even joined in though Max thoughtfully arranged another female partner for him. Unfortunately Max had a low boredom threshold and soon tired of Trudi Birse. He decided he and Sheila should dump their playmates and find new ones. She refused and to his horror, Max realised Sheila and Tevendale had fallen for each other.
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Used to getting his own way, Max tried to come between them. The man who had forced them together now wanted to prise them apart. On the morning of May 15, 1968, Sheila Garvie wakened to find her husband gone – or so she said. Reporting the matter to the police, she said that nothing unusual had happened the night before. Max Garvie was posted as a missing person.
In August, Sheila shared some suspicions with her mother, Edith Watson, that her lover, Tevendale, had killed her husband. Law-abiding Mrs Watson went straight to the cops. Shortly after, Max Garvie’s putrefied body was found in the drains of Lauriston Castle, St Cyrus – Tevendale’s home village.
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Sheila Garvie, Brian Tevendale and one of his friends, 20-year-old Alan Peters were charged with Max’s murder. Sheila claimed she woke in the middle of the night to discover Tevendale and Peters had murdered Max.
Tevendale said the killing was Sheila’s idea and he had gone along with it out of infatuation. The prosecution claimed Sheila and Brian had coldly plotted the murder. On the night, Sheila went to bed with Max and had sex with him. In the early hours she slipped out of bed and let Tevendale and Alan Peters into the house, handing them a .22 rifle belonging to Max. With Sheila watching from the bedroom doorway, Tevendale smashed Max’s skull with the butt. Then, placing a pillow over the man’s face, he shot him once in the head.
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The men wrapped Max’s corpse in a blanket, dumped him in the boot of Peters’ car and took him to his resting place in the drains of Lauriston Castle. Back in the High Court, Aberdeen, the jury found the case against Alan Peters not proven. Brian Tevendale was unanimously found guilty of murder. Sheila Garvie was found guilty of murder by a majority verdict.
Sheila and Tevendale were never to meet again. Both were released in 1978. Tevendale married and became the landlord of a pub in Perthshire. He died in 2003.
Sheila married twice – she was divorced once and then widowed. She led a steady, respectable existence running a B&B in Stonehaven. Quieter days than her swinging years as mistress of Kinky Cottage.