I’ve been staying in a Glasgow hotel for the last three nights, the longest period I’ve every spent in Scotland’s most populous city. I spent much of the three days researching my ancestor, David Dale, so I can write about him properly in my autobiography. We then went to Currie, to Goodtrees farm, which is where my great grandfather Robert Dale, and my great grandmother Elizabeth Dunlop Campbell got married in the 1870s. I had thought he was my Great, Great, Great Uncle, but that turned out to be wrong. She thinks he was the brother or cousin of my fifth great grandfather Matthew.