Those familiar with these things will recognise my Partick correspondent talking to the Pensions Minister. He’s chuffed as he should be – few people achieved what he has done for the PPF.

I have been thinking of the exercise of power by Scots in Westminster. My friend’s influence over pensions, especially the state pension and the PPF should be remarked on when we come to write the book. Also Jnamdco, Pension Oldie and Doug Scott. And as far as I can see they all regard Caledonia by Dougie Maclean as we do Springsteen and Dylan. For the past 10 years I have seen my Scottish friends in Westminster and other parts of London and they have seen me all over Perthshire and Fife and today they will hear from me at Culloden.

Culloden is no more than a flat field with red flags planted to mark the Government’s position and Blue lines marking the Jacobites. April 16th 1746 – a few days and 1979 years since Britain’s last hand to hand battle. Jacobites weary from an aborted night march on Cumberland . The British soldiers determined not to have another Falkirk and help for you to work out which side you would have been on.

The romantic in me sides with Charles and the Jacobites but I want to be even about this, many Scots were monarchist (see the blue and black doors in Edinburgh, they are evenly slit between monarchists and Jacobites).

So as I sit in the airport lounge, I am looking out over a seventh consecutive day of lovely weather. I will be home by midnight, provides Thames Link run night services (as they didn’t for me coming out (I know Luton airport too well). Tomorrow I will be in Princess Gracie hospital in Marylebone and Monday early I will lose parts of my body that have caused me pain and anaemia.

A substantial wager on a Grand National outsider would need to land to match my bill for medical care next week!

I am looking forward to not losing blood, not fearing swimming or running and I want to be alcohol and drug free, independent of the NHS and a stranger to hangovers. Goodbye Culloden!

It has been nearly five months since my accident. I have had no rehabilitation (the Homerton hospital told my doctor there is nothing they can do for me). My hope is that I make sense to those who read these blogs (Hello Scotland of Enlightenment I and II!)

My brother went to Crieff and to my favorite library yesterday, I climbed mountains and we met with old friends who were pension lawyers in the Rannoch Hotel.

I am not stopping, this may be the last day in Scotland and the last hours but I have found a new life among my elderly Scottish friends and a lack of life in my retired lawyers!

My week ahead will be painful but it is pain that will take me to the life I knew before and like my brother, I will keep on working, at least  until my state pension age. But Scotland suggests there is no end to your capacity to make a contribution!

Culloden tells me that we never do that again, We need to have a better way of sorting out differences. I wonder if that’s what my Partick friend was doing with Torsten Bell and Andrew Smith.