We had a fire and brimstone C.O. prior to '75 who had everyone ready to flea to the Pentland Hills that surround Edinburgh. My parents weren't the sort to cash in all their chips (unlike some) but we did stockpile food (lentils for some reason) and my mother bought a sheepskin coat in case the big A came in winter.
'75 came and went, the lentils became soup, the coat went out of fashion and the C.O. died without seeing the paradise earth.