I can hardly believe that just under three days ago I was happily walking by the shores of Loch Lomond. A week may be a long time in politics but it’s an eternity in London. On my walk home this evening a saw, very briefly, someone being loaded into an ambulance. Looks like they were run over on Lee High Road. God be with them this evening.

At times all I can see is the dirt, fumes, anger and frustration of London. No-one has any time for you, or for themselves. I know the magic of the city will reassert itself at some point, but I can’t help but think back to walking the shores of the Loch. I could live there, in that clean air and surrounded by the awe-inspiring scenery. It’s only about 20 minutes from Glasgow, too, should I feel the need for the city life all of a sudden.