As the sun sinks slowly behind the Vauxhall works and the strains of pipes, flutes and strings fade into the distance, our raggle taggle crew hot foot it over yonder horizon in search of Eldorado, or any other liquid refreshment.
Our trusty amigo, Dave, from the adobies of Bearsden, gets the boot down and switches to automatic pilot for the M1, M6 and A74 (if we had but one coin of the realm for evey time we made that journey…)
The ghost of an empty recording studio remains with us as we cross the border in a silence broken only by the occasional scratch of matches and the hiss of ring pulls and, at last, we are home for a few fleeting hours after recording this new album.
Clap the dog and change the socks (Roy changes with Phil and Les with Alan) and off we'll be again to who knows where. Lift up your glass to tomorrow, Dougie, we did meet once again further on. Many thanks to you for adding fiddle here and there with your usual expertise.
Thanks again, yet again, to Nigel for his sterling work and advice in the steaming cauldron known as a studio. Finally to Dave and Simon, we hope we didn't leave too much behind us. Thanks for everything.
So here then is Tannahill's IV, the first offering from the new line up. May you enjoy listening to it as much as we did recording it.