Driving north across the Tay Bridge into Dundee last evening from a sunlit Fife to a deeply clouded Dundee with dark clouds gathered over the Sidlaw Hills at its back. The Tay, as ever, silver and jet black like some Styx between its broad shores. The bridge a long straight low line between light and dark. Dundee is a fine fair city, laid out from water to hill, already suffering from recession, it still maintains its indomitable character. The place of journey beginnings and endings, and last night, a place of rare beauty under the gathering storm. A place to visit, but not, I suspect, if you are faint hearted or a bothersome banker.