The year rolls round and the time has come to spy out bonfires in planning.
Truth be told, my heart's not in it. After the merciless burning of Broomloan Road Schools, last one just weeks ago, my usual fervour for Guy Fawkes fires has been dampened.
Accompanied by two generations on from me, I educate the toddlers in the history of St. Columba's Gaelic Free Church as we take a walk along the sad wasteland of Briton St. They're none too interested at present, but enjoy the sunshine and - hopefully - will enjoy a restored Gaelic Church in their future. Would be nice to think so.