What big eyes you have, Walter

You might be surprised to learn that there's no Photoshop trickery here: all that's required is a train journey to Glasgow, your last tenner, and a camera. Oh, and make sure you forget to bring your book. This should induce the necessary feelings of pointlessness and boredom.

It's been a day of going from here to there, waiting around to have meetings that overrun by a couple of hours, and then coming back from there to here.

Still, mustn't grumble. I got a sneaky peek at what they're been up to behind the boarded-up bits at Waverley Station. Looked an awful lot like bugger all.