We’ve just had the return of the yearly Mull Of Kintyre music festival here in Campbeltown. It was great to play a couple of sets and to actually feel a little less intimidated by the prospect of being in the spotlight than I sometimes have in the past. Despite the long absence.

Some of us performers are naturals. And some have to work harder. I really enjoyed watching an old fella playing a few tunes in a pub last night. He was rough and ready and a wee bit drunk. But he had his own style. And he rode the heckling and the bumps in his own performance like a pro. It was a joy to watch, and he was clearly enjoying himself too.

Maybe you can’t learn what he had. But, anyway, it is wonderful when the songs and the singer appear so inseparable.