Between January and March 2002 it was possible to travel anywhere on the National Express network for £10 return, if you’re over 50. I’d already visited the S.W. Lancs group; now it was the turn of the Vagabonds. The bus was just two minutes late into Dundee, Magonigal’s Tay was an inky black, but I was safely across. At Midcraigs I was met by Margaret; George would be in later. There’s a cat and a pup named Quanto on loan from the R.N.I.B. Quanto has sharp teeth: I now have a nipped water bottle.