Plot
Hector is the husband of Molly MacDonald and father of Archie MacDonald, Paul Bowman, Lizzie MacDonald, and Jamie MacDonald. Hector is the eccentric, elderly patriarch and former Laird of Glenbogle. He is constantly getting in to trouble with his sidekick, and often arch-rival Lord Kilwillie. Hector is always keen for Archie to marry, and often gets in trouble with Archie for trying to marry him off without him knowing! Hector is ultimately responsible for Glenbogle's debt and near demise. Hector cannot stand Stella Moon who is sent to Glenbogle by Lascelles Bank to take over the day-to-day running of the estate. After Archie announces his engagement to housekeeper and chef - Lexie MacDonald, an annoyed Hector goes to sulk whilst fishing. After finding no trout in the loch, Hector finds a pike and decides to put explosives on a plastic boat in the loch in order to blow up the pike. However, once the explosives are lit, and in the loch, Hector's puppy 'Useless' goes in to the loch and brings back the explosives, Hector stands there unable to run quick enough, and is blown up, causing his death. Hector returned to Glenbogle as a ghost in Archie's dream on the day of Archie's wedding to Lexie. In series 7, it is revealed Molly has been speaking to the ghost of Hector throughout the series. When Molly tries to get the blessing of Hector for her marriage to someone (presumably Golly), Hector refuses to give his blessing to any man except his friend and neighbour Kilwillie.
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