It’s that time of year in the West of Scotland, just before the long winter, with the wind windding, and the rain reigning, when it’s possible to think that it might be nice to live somewhere else.

The thought never crosses my mind though. Apart from just now obviously.

But really, and though it be the cliche-est cliche of all, the truth is that the grass really ain’t greener on the other side.

Everywhere and everything has got its down sides to counteract any upsides. To make the green look duller or brighter depending on the angle you might happen to be looking from.

But upside down, or any way round, I’m very happy to live where I live. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Oh, go on then. That marmite song from Mr McCartney. Forget the name right now, but it goes something like this…