I am coming home of an evening, and walking north up Clarkston Road. It is mid-summer, and a music festival has engulfed the south-side. There is a stage on Clarkston Road, on Merrylee Road and on my road. On the Merrylee Road stage (actually the back of a white lorry), Eddi Reader is performing. Her bassist is playing a curious instrument, which has four strings, but the fretboard is about as wide as a hand. I enjoy this summer culture, and go home.