I ran back to the train carriage just in time to collect my forgotten belongings. A few seconds later, and the cleaners would have scooped up everything for disposal.

Out of the station and onto the Edinburgh streets, I ran into a climate change rally. Protesters were marching along Lothian Road wielding axes.

I stopped in my tracks with a scream when a modest-looking middle class woman nicked my clothing with her weapon. Highly embarrassed, she helped me out of my grey cashmere cardigan with a promise to darn the garment and return it to me.

I continued my walk home amongst the protesters. Along the route I fell into conversation with another woman. She advocated for a local host scheme that offered a ‘good time’ to business visitors to the city. She explained that rather than sit in a hotel room preparing for her meetings the next day, she would much prefer a riotous night on the town with teacher training students.