then to Margo. A principled woman who stood aside from the party machines. We raised our glasses to her in the old Dig Dogs so we did, though Rab the barman grumbed about her footballing allegiances. That never stopped me giving her my second vote, as so many in Edinburgh did. She'll be sorely missed, as one of the few people who maintained contacts with all the parties in the poisonously divided Scottish Parly.
Earlier I gave the boat a good clean out, getting ready for lift in. And that engine! What a marvel it is, kicking into life at the first turn. All I need now is a day of dry weather to get that underside painted. That might be a big ask.