Flying home from Heathrow
Tuesday was Kevin McCrae's funeral. Hundreds of people. Dougie McLean somehow managing to sing 'Caledonia' while playing the guitar to perfection. Will Conway playing Bach so that you could shut your eyes and see Kev doing it. His wife Fiona gave her personal tribute: usually when someone's died and you hear a list of their talents, there's a tendency to hyperbole, but it was only when she listed all the things Kev did well that it struck me what a huge and unique talent he had, and how refreshing that he didn't let it inflate his ego one bit. I drove Greg and Fiona Stephen back to Glasgow and I don't think any of us said a word.

Yesterday a programme finally took shape for Perth in December. Not sure if a deeply penitent Bach cantata has ever shared a concert with the tune 'Johnny's bare arse' before, but there's a first time for everything. Keeping them apart would give a false impression of the nature of 18th century Lutheran Pietism. (can you tell this is BS?)