Having a pint of Sam Smith’s stout in Mono. The bar where my second in command went from smiles to tears in a few seconds, just a month ago. When she read that Augustines were to split up after this tour. 

We’re heading to the station after this beer, going to have a few hours in Edinburgh before the train home. 

Reflecting on last night, Glasgow must surely be the city of brotherly love. We met some lovely people in a lovely old church.