My father’s massive oil paintings hung with the rest of the exhibition in the campus gallery. They looked fantastic next to a huge variety of work, which included a beautiful black and white photographic composition by my colleague EF.

At lunchtime I encouraged my colleagues to call into the gallery to see whether they might share my enthusiasm for the display. It was a huge disappointment for them that much of the work had been sold and taken off the walls, including every single piece by my father. The only evidence of his being involved in the exhibition at all was a crowd-sourced mural in oils that listed every item that had found a new owner. EW and I sat at the bar and speculated on the success of my father, now officially the most popular artist in Edinburgh.