A marked change in pressure. Cool breeze gone. Muggy close heat where before warmth from direct sun. Clear skies replaced by a full array of clouds. Low billowing cumulous and streaky mare's tails above. First rain last night, enough to just wet the ground. A deep inhale of the scent before bed. Train to Dundee along the coast in the morning, the haze is thick over the sea. Tensions run high. There's a far right rally in Dundee (and across Scotland) – well countered and outnumbered but more than anticipated. Union jacks and saltire flags, one that just says 'Jesus' and placards for Reform. They only have rage, we have joy on our side, songs and poems. Our chants ring across the square, louder. Refugees are welcome here. This is what community looks like. This is what solidarity looks like. The crowd breaks up as the student 'revel' begins, ceilidhing in costume as gods and stones and filling the square with messages of peace and love. Whose square? Our square. Crowded and sweaty train home, more factions and colours, but the fans are just happy and sunburnt in their red strips – Aberdeen won the cup.