Final night of Hinterland, at the ruined St. Peter's seminary, Cardross.
The Forth & Clyde canal, at Anniesland.
It's fair to say that The Wee Red Book is not an international bestseller. But it has been around since 1928. The Wee Red Book is a pocket guide to Scottish football fixtures, and is published annually in tandem with Glasgow's daily evening newspaper, the Evening Times. There's a long-standing tradition amongst photographers at the Evening Times where you always have a copy of the book with you, and if you meet somebody well-known, you try to persuade them to hold it for a photograph. The newspaper then runs the shot with a caption explaining how delighted the well-known person is with their new copy of The Wee Red Book. I had a copy with me when I found myself at Turnberry golf course for a Donald Trump press conference. I might as well go for broke, I thought.
Donald Trump is not an easy person to get close to at such events. He has a team, and there are lots of burly men in suits and sunglasses between you and him. I managed to get The Wee Red Book into his hands, but moments into my pitch, he turned his back, handed the book to an assistant, and walked off. She wasn't happy - they thought I was trying to set him up. It's very hard sometimes to get people to hold The Wee Red Book for a photograph. Nobody knows what it is, and it has the word "wee" in the title. I realised that, with Trump, he was never going to do it, because there was nothing in it for him. He was busy, with lots of TV cameras to face, and interviews to do.
But I remembered that the previous year, one of my colleagues had got UK prime minister David Cameron to pose with a copy of the Wee Red Book. I wondered if perhaps I could appeal to the competitive side of Trump's nature. The mobile phone signal at Turnberry is terrible, and even bringing the Google page up was a struggle, never mind finding a picture of David Cameron holding The Wee Red Book. It wasn't happening. I rang the picture desk, and asked the picture editor if he could email me the photo of David Cameron. This all took precious time, and I could feel any opportunity slipping away. The email duly came came through, but took what felt like forever to download. Eventually though, I had the photo of David Cameron holding The Wee Red Book.
I still had to follow Trump from interview to interview, trying to get his assistant's attention. But finally, it all came together. I was able to show Trump the picture on my mobile phone. It turns out that if The Wee Red Book is good enough for prime minister Cameron, it's good enough for Donald Trump. I had approximately ten seconds, he held the book, I took the shot, the Evening Times ran the picture and caption. Result!