A month before, we finally travelled up to our namesake in the Hebrides. Like almost everything that the band has done this year, it was something we’d long spoken of, but it had always seemed a bit of a madcap scheme that would never actually happen. There’s no denying that one of the main reasons we chose the name Stornoway was that, as the capital of the Isle of Lewis, it seemed to conjure up a sense of maritime remoteness. So, as our ferry reached our long-awaited destination, the thought did cross our minds that we might now have to select a new location with a sea-themed moniker – Grimsby perhaps? But after meeting the Stornoway natives and, thanks to a broken-down ferry, experiencing the island in all its untamed beauty, this idea was banished from our minds forever: whilst admittedly we did bribe the crowd at our inaugural gig at the Woodlands Centre by plying them with whisky, the response they gave us couldn’t have been bettered. Then, to cap it all, after the gig, we signed our record deal with 4AD outside amongst the trees.