March started with epic snow, the dramatic kind with drifts, no trains, no buses, no work even. Thankfully it melted with time as I was getting sick of being stuck in the house.
I went home via Paisley one night and paid particular attention to the mural in the underpass at Gilmour Street station, originally produced as part of the unsuccessful 2021 City of Culture programme.
The following day I was bound for Edinburgh and the derby. Hibs won 2-0. It was joyous. Before I went, I took a trip down to Govan to see the brand new Mary Barbour sculpture unveiled the day before – post about that here. When I reached the capital, I took a wander down London Road, eventually ending up in Restalrig, a locale I know very well indeed, having gone to primary school nearby. I was there partly to see the water tower which dominates the surrounding area, a post about which is here too. I also walked the wrong way down Leith Walk, a post about that walk will appear here shortly.
One day the following week I had cause to walk through Paisley town centre, stopping to learn about the ‘snail in the bottle’ case, which will also be written about here soon, the John Witherspoon statue and some street art.
That Friday, Hibs were playing St. Johnstone in Perth. I had to go to Edinburgh first and on the way along London Road I stopped to look at the Eduardo Paoluzzi sculptures that are currently residing there. I split my trip to Perth in Kirkcaldy, enjoying both the train ride across the Forth and the spin around the very fine Kirkcaldy Galleries. Perth has a fine selection of street art which was explored before the trudge to McDiarmid Park.
The following Sunday, I did a few Streets of Glasgow walks as well as taking a turn around Kelvingrove. The Streets walks took me on University Avenue, Kelvin Way, Bath Street and finally Dundas Street. Highlight was the Wellington Church on University Avenue.
Last Sunday was spent in and around Edinburgh, including conquering my vertigo and walking across the Forth Road Bridge. Luckily it was sunny and not so windy. North Queensferry is a handsome village, with a light tower at the harbour. We ate lunch at its foot. A walk across the causeway to Cramond Island came later with fine views to Edinburgh, Fife and East Lothian visible amidst the crowds. Quieter later was the Hermitage of Braid, a fine, fine natural place at the foot of the Braid Hills, a treasured place I hadn’t been to for years.
On Wednesday I was walking home and it was showery. On my left was a bright blue sky, to my right ominous rain clouds. Even in very urban places, the natural world rules.
Then came the Easter weekend. On Saturday I went to watch Hibs play Partick Thistle. It was wet and cold. On the way back through Glasgow city centre I did a couple of Streets walks on Waterloo Street and Cadogan Street.
So, that’s March. Go read Nutmeg issue 7, which came out in March with words by me about autism and football. Go read (and write for) Rebel, the new Scottish Book Trust writing competition. Easter Road West, my football blog, had several posts in March, including one about reading on the way to the game, so have a read at that too. Friday’s post here is about Manchester and Liverpool, Sunday’s Streets offering is University Avenue. Thanks as ever to all followers, commenters and readers.
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