We were only passing through Dunkeld on the way to Edinburgh, but here we found the kind of perfect Scottish town I had hoped to see and missed in the Highlands. Surrounded by forest, a roaring river passing by with an ancient stone bridge to the main street. Skirted by a steep hill covered in flowers and trees with a mysterious stately house at its peak, nestled into the vegetation. Wee cafes bursting with fresh produce and communal vegetable gardens. The sun passed behind cloud for photos and we were in too much of a rush to the train station to linger, but it was such a lovely place to pass through.

On the train i sat opposite a little Californian boy who was drawing a very imaginative monochromatic picture, “I’m not going to add any colour”. While his grandmother napped we designed a kids dream house together. It involved hidden places under the stairs for the kid’s money, a moat, a robot arm and a fireman’s pole.

Then to Andrew’s house to begin the countdown to Dylan’s 30th birthday and the best night’s sleep in ages.