'She was dusted with magic'

Some time off afforded me the chance to listen to the service to celebrate the life of Margo Macdonald this morning.

We should have been doing other things but sat instead, in reach of the radio, listening, laughing at the grand stories, a few tears as 'Sunshine on Leith' lifted the hall.

Straight out of university I had a job once where there was the danger, on occasion, that Margo might call and tell us off a bit, run rings round the young researchers with her intellect.

I think I knew then, but I certainly know now, it was a great privilege.

The colourless image might not be a great tribute but this stylish Scot caught my eye in the very stylish Kelvingrove Cafe.