‘The present, after all, holds everything. The Wee Man knows this. The past does offer lessons but it can also be a repository of guilt and remorse’ IT’S become more than a routine, rather a highlight of the week. Every Friday we head for a walk. In times of Covid relaxation, base camp is McQue’s in Bannockburn: steak pie and fizzy water for me, macaroni and fruit juice for him. I don’t drink. He’s two years old. The itinerary has been well established. We start at Corbiewood trotting stadium where I once threw fivers about with the abandon of a sailor on shore leave. I don’t gamble now, largely for the same reason I don’t drink and don’t hit my head off walls.