I will forever associate the name of Charles Manson with Butlins holiday camp at Heads of Ayr on the west coast of Scotland.
I remember reading about the Tate murder in the Daily Express (still very much a broadsheet in those days), sitting in one of the camp's gardens, aged 12 and absolutely horrified. It must have been an August morning as we tried to time our occasional visits to the camp in the first two weeks of that month, the nearest that Scotland comes to summer.
