I could have died of shame when a video posted to my Facebook page sprang to life at full volume breaking the solemn silence of the main reading room in the National Library of Scotland. I had no choice but to leave.

I gathered my work and to follow world-renowned photographer DE out the building. We took the packed lift downstairs, then caught a tram into town.

I noticed that one of the children who took to ‘riding’ on the nose of the tram as it came into the terminus had slipped off the vehicle and was now lying dead on the ground. I had no time to linger, however, so headed to the railway station to see if I could find TPR. He was nowhere to be seen and, as usual, did not have his mobile on him.