…as far as Aberdeen beach, anyway. A beautiful day here in Castle Greyskull, and a fine crossing from Shetland. Unfortunately, ever since the legendary bus station cafe (which used to open at 6.00am) shut, there’s nowhere to go in the city at de-boating time. Except the beach, where I planned to make a cup of tea on the camper’s stove. Except I remembered that the water on board was several months old.

Plan is to spend the morning worrying about Gloria, changing guitar strings and then preparing for the show, which will feature, of all people, Jefferson Starship! No, really! Oh, and getting hold of some fresh water.