The morning programme was discussing at the changing fortunes of the High Street and so the brief from the BBC producer was simple: just walk along Inverness High Street and tell us what you see. Well, that sounded easy. I’m sure I had recorded similar pieces hundreds of times in my broadcasting career. Of course, it’s been a while since I did that kind of thing and, ok, I was a bit rusty, I had no problem with walking down a street and talking to myself. I was easily able to ignore the odd stares from passers-by. And I had no trouble coming up with something to say. I’m a veteran when it comes to verbal rambling. Ask anyone. No, it was the wind noise that threw me. Just a slight breeze that afternoon in Inverness, but it was sending the needle on my digital recorder rocking into the red danger area. After three tries and as many sojourns along the precinct, I finally found a quiet alcove near the (now closed) Castle Restaurant. And so…let the babbling commence.