toss you for first

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.

daredevils found here

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.

nudists found here

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.

“Brian” found here

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.

more erotic coins to be found here

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.

Trudi Styler (not Trudi Birse) found here

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.

Lauriston Castle found here

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.

rifles found here

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.

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  1. Losing the coin toss was a win-win for Garvie…if I ever run a B&B I’m going to call it Kinky Cottage!

    • If you ever run a B & B I’ll be your first customer Mitzi

      • Mate’s rates for Nurse M!

  2. That is some low boredom threshold.

  3. I hope they had a big bed and nobody had a wind problem.

    • I thought all men had a wind problem

  4. The need for excitement cost him his life… I like the name Kinky Cottage

    • Well he ended up with the ultimate excitement

  5. Max tried to come between them

    • Tut tut. Toilet humour Ms Scarlet?

  6. and i thought i had attention deficit disorder… where’s my airplane? where’s my kinky cottage?

    • Hey… you’ve got access to an airplane

  7. This story reminds me of the good people living in the Western isles of Scotland. The kinkiest place I have ever lived is Stornoway the capitol of Isle of Lewis. Google it and see how they portray themselves. Under the surface it was a crazy sex obsessed place. As a new male arrival from another country I was treated to all manner of welcoming ceremony’s. Sometimes I just wanted to hide away on the weekends but its was sex, sex and more sex. I think their mascot should be a rabbit 🙂 On a Saturday night its wife swapping and general debauchery yet on Sunday morning everything, I mean everything is shut and the entire town goes to the various denomination churches. Sex, drugs and parish councils. It was a crazy place to live, lots of fun but kinky as swell.

    • Sex, Drugs and Parish Councils would be a good title for a book

      • I will leave that option in your capable hands.
        Thanks again for a great blog. I love checking in for some light reading.

    • My friend moved from Lancaster (where I live) to Stornoway a couple of years ago. Now I know why!

  8. Kinky Cottage sounds like a great name :p

    • You and Terra think alike

  9. I live such a sheltered life! Utterly bizarre. Generally speaking, lots of people need to find better hobbies.

    • It makes one grateful for a sheltered life doesn’t it?

  10. Is that John McEnroe up on that biplane?!

    • Yes, he was only 42 in that photo. He’s a lot older now 😉

  11. “The Girl with Loose Panties” is available as an e-book. I think I shall buy it, mainly because that’s as near to loose panties as I’m likely to get these days.

    • Good Lord, I thought you were kidding but it IS available as an ebook

  12. If only he had taken up trainspotting indeed. Now there’s a hobby that is never dull!

    • so I’ve heard. but I liked the movie 😉

  13. Those coins are accepted at ass-value as legal tender.

  14. “Sheila dressed in the best of fashion, short skirts and tight tops ” Bet she looked out of place in the nudist colony.

    • It’s what’s hidden that excites the imagination most

  15. A very strict nudist colony, it seems. They can’t even wear public hair….

    • Public hair! Haha… I love it

  16. Anybody that sets up a nudie camp on the NE coast of Scotland has my admiration. They must’ve been sturdy folk.

    • That’s what I thought. Doesn’t Billy Connolly reckon Aberdeen is Gaelic for hypothermia?

  17. I can not say that I have too much commiseration with Mr. Garvie. Not because of the nature of his activities, but simply because I think he only wanted to rule (herrschen), for the sake of ruling, and nothing else. I do not like this attitude. He would have been a good soldier or something.
    I wonder how the drains of Lauriston Castle are designed, so that one can step in, dump the stiffer, and walk out again, with a third of a bottle of booze in the head.
    Thank you for this interesting story, Nurse Myra.

    • You’re welcome 63!

  18. Kind of hard to feel sorry for this guy. I honestly want to say he had what was coming to him. :\

    • Perhaps he wasn’t a very nice man, but I don’t think he deserved to be murdered

  19. The whole set up just doesn’t sound practical. We always had to go to great trouble to pick a quiet time, lock the door,…

    • Thank god those days are over huh?

  20. I’m actually hoping there is more than one Lauriston castle because I went to school in a “Lauriston castle” in the sixties because our main school had gone up in flames. And…there were drains at Lauriston, among the rhododendron bushes…and they were huge…we all played in them. I have goosebumps.

    • As far as I know there’s only one in that area…….

  21. Dear Nursie,
    Please rush me a copy of “The Girl With Loose Panties” right away. I enclose no money whatsoever.

    On second thoughts please just rush me The girl with loose panties.

    Yours predictably


    • She’s a bit of a hoyden. Are you sure you want her Tom?

  22. Oh dear, they murdered another human being for love – but never saw each other again. It’s kinda sad.

  23. Farming is more adventurous than I thought.

  24. In Scotland? Seems unfeasible to me. Nontheless I note that during the threesome or foursome or whatsome, Max “tried to come between them”

  25. I think Max brought it on himself. Moron.

  26. So I am left feeling a bit sorry for Sheila…

  27. Everyone I’ve dated in the past few years has had a low boredom threshold.

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