Weather today just dreadful. But it’s impossible not to be aware of how extraordinary it is here at midsummer. I drove home from Bridge of Allan on Thursday evening – still air with mist resting in the valleys. I could have read the paper out on the patio at 11.45 pm. And the special thing is the strange quality of the apparently endless twilight. Unlike David Campbell, I have little knowledge of what happens in the early dawn. But I was prowling around at 4 am this morning and it was fully light here.