I discovered Runrig purely by chance in 1989, due to a review in a hi-fi magazine. Then, when I started at university later that year, I was amazed to see that they were playing live a few days later, and I immediately bought a ticket. That night changed my life - the first gig I ever saw, and still one of the best. I saw them again and again over the years, and they were always outstanding. Right up until the last couple of tours with Donnie, when it was clear that something was wrong - the heart had gone out of the band, and you could feel that from the audience. I really didn't enjoy the last couple of shows I saw with Donnie, and thought the band was probably over. When I heard the news that Bruce had joined, I almost didn't buy a ticket for the next gig - Runrig as I knew them were gone. But I decided to give them one last chance... By the second song, tears were streaming down my cheeks. Runrig were *back*. Bruce had utterly reinvigorated this band I loved so much; it was almost a resurrection. I carried on seeing every tour right up until the end, and he was never less than superb. I never saw him have a bad night, and he treated his role as a custodian of the band's music with the utmost honour and dignity. I'm not a religious man, but as Calum and Rory put it so beautifully, "there must be a place under the sun where hearts of olden glory grow young". Bruce made that song his own, and now, I am sure, he is in that place, where his heart, filled with that olden glory, is now young again. Words cannot say how much you will be missed, and how much you gave us all, and for that, thank you.