Streets of Glasgow: George Street

Another Streets of Glasgow walk began as the rain continued unabated. It was one of those strange Glaswegian rains which managed to be wet and sunny at the same time. I started from the High Street end of George Street and I made sure I looked at the many murals of Strathclyde University before ducking under the canopy by the shops as the rain fell still harder. The gaps between the buildings at the High Street end gave a good view to the finials and points of the roofs up there. The murals on George Street are particularly glorious, even in the rain, with designs representing various alumni of Strathclyde University plus scientific concepts and ideas. My particular favourite was the figure blowing dandelion seeds in the shape of wind turbines.

The other side of the street, particularly towards John Street, featured lots of glass office buildings with lots of reflections of the other buildings and skyscape on the glass. I kept to the northern side of the street, not least because scaffolding and overhanging canopies kept me from getting absolutely soaking. It dried off a bit by the time I got towards John Street, meaning I could spend a bit more time looking at the side of the City Chambers and the archway in the middle of the street opposite. Since much of George Street was closed to motorists because of the European Championships, I could also stand in the middle of the road and take photos, a rare city pleasure on a weekday evening.

George Street is a street I have meant to cover in this series for a while. It is one of the streets that would fit in anywhere in the world, a canyon-type street with high buildings that could just as easily be in New York, Liverpool or London. It was a shame that it was raining heavily when I finally got round to it or else I would have lingered a lot longer and pondered just why a corsage sat on a street sign or looked up at the art adorning Strathclyde University, even sitting for a few minutes in the small garden nearer the High Street. Sometimes you just have to cut your losses and forget being all psychogeographical and keep dry. Then again this is Glasgow and rain should be expected, even with the summer we’ve just had when I had a jacket with me a lot of days, just in case. Go to George Street anyway and just look up until you get a raindrop in your eye.

Thanks for reading. This is the forty first Streets of Glasgow walk here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets featured here include George Square, Ingram Street, Cathedral Street, Duke Street and High Street.

The forty second Streets of Glasgow post, featuring Paisley Road West, appeared here yesterday.

The August digest appears here on Sunday.

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Streets of Glasgow: Paisley Road West

Hello,

Walking Talking is now three years old. Coincidentally it is also five hundred posts old. After much deliberation, I decided to bring that all together with a post delving into the local and the unseen in plain sight, what I’ve tried to do a fair bit on this blog. The Streets of Glasgow series works best with longer walks and that’s why the 500th post and the 3rd anniversary post will involve Paisley Road West, another street of Glasgow. Pleasingly, it is also the 42nd post of Streets of Glasgow, another happy accident. I made sure I had my towel with me.

This walk began zigzagging across the city limits. At the Crookston end of Paisley Road West, the boundary between the City of Glasgow and Renfrewshire intersects the road, one side Paisley Road West, the other Glasgow Road, that being firmly out of bounds for a project called Streets of Glasgow. Overhead was a mostly blue sky, a few puffy clouds across on a pleasant August morning. On the walk along I had noticed a squat red building, currently vacant but occupied recently, if I remember correctly. It looked like it used to be a bank, the case with an ever increasing number of buildings these days. Of a more recent vintage, though, was the fella done up all smart in one of those modern black kilts, dashing from his house to a waiting car. Also notable in those first few minutes was a tall tree rising high from one of those neat, prim and proper suburban gardens, maybe a Douglas fir or similarly muckle tree.

Paisley Road West is like my high street. If I need a post office, bank or steak bake, chances are it’ll be found on Paisley Road West, about ten minutes walk from my house. Walking down to start the walk, I reckoned that I had covered nearly all of it on foot at one time or another, some of it as part of the Subway walk I did back in May. This meant I had rough ideas of what to look out for and write about, particularly in Cardonald, giving me a sort of travel swagger as a billboard seen along the way put it. Not for the first time I made sure I stopped to admire the mural created by local school children of the riverside and the ghost signs on a gable end by Halfway extolling the virtues of Coca-Cola (‘Thirst knows no reason’) and the now defunct News of the World. Even in my own backyard I saw new things, like the railings atop the shops by Morrison’s.

From Halfway I walked on with a relatively empty head, enjoying the walk for its own sake rather than looking for nuggets to throw down on the page. The buildings were more classically Glaswegian, red or brown stone rather than the 1960s chic of Cardonald. A new housing development was in progress by Ibrox Stadium to join others I had passed in Mosspark and Cessnock. These blocks, the work of Glasgow Housing Association, managed to be fairly sympathetic to their surroundings, sort of fitting in with their yellow brick effect. What I was noticing was some of the fabulous takeaway names, mainly Chinese (Yee Man, One To Wan and the unbeatable Wok This Way) though honourable mentions go to the Bite Me Sandwich Bar and Good Times Roll. Chapati 5, in Ibrox, got ‘Mambo No. 5’ by Lou Bega in my head, a musical memory that probably dates me a bit. Unlike my last trip along this bit on foot, there were fewer takeaway food smells though it was early in the day. I liked being in Ibrox walking past the greengrocers with their wares covering every possible space.

Bits and pieces of traditional, stereotypical Glasgow were in view on this walk too. Craigton Primary School, red and in classic Glasgow Corporation style like Alexandra Parade, stood out. I looked down streets and prominent city landmarks came into view, like the Finnieston Crane and Glasgow Tower. Our city is of course known as the Dear Green Place and Paisley Road West is particularly leafy, surprisingly so for a major thoroughfare, with Bellahouston Park covering a significant part of its southern side. I still haven’t been for a proper walk around the park – I wasn’t going to see much that day anyway owing to preparation for the Summer Sessions concerts – though the sight of sculptures including a worm and what initially looked like a man bending over but turned out to be an elephant might take me back.

From Kinning Park the Grand Ole Opry and the spire soon came into view, the point where Paisley Road loses its ‘West’ and where this walk was to end. I’ve written a bit about Paisley Road Toll before on the Govan Road walk but it is a fine junction, a place to stand and watch the world go by, which is exactly what I did for a few moments before heading for the bus home.

When I realised that the blog’s third anniversary, its 500th post and the 42nd Streets of Glasgow walk were all coming around at the same time, it just felt right to write about Paisley Road West. In the last year or so particularly, Walking Talking has focused increasingly on Glasgow, my adopted home, and my attempts to learn more about it and understand the city and even myself a bit better. I remember my first walk down Paisley Road West, a couple of days after I moved west just over five years ago. It was a major culture shock as I went out on various errands. Pretty much all of Dunbar High Street’s buildings are listed and look the part. My new home wasn’t like that at all. It took a while to adjust.

Psychogeography was conceived to try and make sense of large and impossible urban spaces. It’s a concept I’ve been following for a long while now, firstly in Edinburgh, sometimes even in Dunbar, more often now in Glasgow. I cannot pretend that I am fully converted to the contained chaos of city life. I need the sea once in a while to keep me right. But I have real love for Glasgow now and it continues to grow even more each time I venture out on my rovings. Paisley Road West might not have the stunning architecture and boutiques of Buchanan Street or the canyon-like metropolitan charm of George Street, Hope Street and those that line the city centre but it is my patch. Glasgow’s home now, where I now have some roots and I’ll go forth again to walk its streets and write down here just what I find.

Thanks for reading. This is indeed the forty second post of the Streets of Glasgow series here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets covered in this series so far include Edmiston Drive and Govan Road. Part of Paisley Road West also featured in the Subway Surface series between Kinning Park and Ibrox.

The forty first Streets of Glasgow post, George Street, will appear here tomorrow.

Loose Ends: Cathkin Park

The last Loose Ends adventure involved the Meadows in Edinburgh, a park in the heart of the city. Cathkin is a park in a city though it has similarities to the Meadows in that it’s been a football ground too. Hibs played their first game in the Meadows and won their first Scottish Cup in 1886 at Cathkin when it was known as Hampden Park, now of course just over the hill. Cathkin is a place I like plus I hadn’t been for ages so it was an easy choice for Loose Ends.

It was cloudy and overcast as I walked the short distance from Crosshill station. Small football goals were set up on the grass just inside the gate, a sign of games past or even still to come. I wasn’t alone – another guy was walking about the park taking photos and crouching down at regular intervals. Cathkin Park was the home of Third Lanark Football Club until it went out of business in dubious football circumstances in 1967. The terracing remains, much of it reclaimed by nature, much of the rest cleaned up recently as part of an ongoing restoration effort. It is now a public park owned by Glasgow City Council and still used occasionally for football. Pilgrimages from football fans happen, such as before the 2016 Scottish Cup Final when I was one of a few Hibees at Cathkin before heading over to Hampden.

In his article The Passion of Harry Bingo, Peter Ross quotes a Queen’s Park fan by the name of Higgy who considers Cathkin ‘kind of a church for me’. This came to mind as I stood on the terracing at the western end, my hands resting on a green and white post as I looked across the pitch. The corner leading to Hampden was now the most overgrown. When I first came, a few years ago, the place was far leafier and decorated with debris, broken glass and bottles, food and other wrappers. It was much cleaner and I liked that. As I stood there I thought about possible Loose Ends connections, to Lanark itself or other defunct football stadia like Shawfield. The thought occurred to me that Third Lanark and East of Scotland League outfit Haddington Athletic share a nickname – the Hi-His – and I might think of a trip to Haddington, though maybe not for football.

As I walked across the pitch and stood on the south terracing, I thought what I often think at Cathkin: what it would feel like for my club to die, to be there for the last time. It would be interesting to know just where the fans went, whether, for example, they crossed the hill to go watch Queen’s Park, Clyde or either of the Old Firm. Football’s an important part of my life and I think Higgy was right. Cathkin is like a church for me too.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows in two weeks time.

A special Streets of Glasgow post will appear here on Tuesday.

Streets of Glasgow: John Knox Street

I had seen John Knox Street from the Necropolis and knew that it had to be the next part of the Streets of Glasgow series. I wasn’t quite sure where it started, the junction of Castle Street and High Street being joined with Cathedral Square. John Knox Street began with the Cathedral Square Hotel, a red sandstone castle-style building complete with a turret. A car passed me blaring Florence and the Machine and just then the rain started, starting gentle, a drizzly, smelly rain then it got heavier. There were still hints of blue sky over the Necropolis even as the rain fell.

To the right were more modern housing blocks, 1960s-style particularly nearer Duke Street. To the left was the Drygate Brewery, which I hadn’t heard of before but seems to have started just after the Commonwealth Games in 2014 in an old carpet factory. I don’t keep up with brewing news. What I was interested in was the palms leading up to the Drygate, a strange sight in the heart of the city. They can more often be seen by the sea, either east or up in Ullapool, but it was weird in Glasgow.

Soon, as the rain grew heavier, I reached Duke Street and the end of another walk. It hadn’t made me think much of John Knox but that was okay. I like that there are quite a few historically named streets in Glasgow, like Regent Moray Street near Kelvingrove or the whole wheen of Mary, Queen of Scots related streets in the south side. It is a valuable reminder of the history that is always around us, even when we don’t realise it or the surroundings don’t suggest even a hint of a past.

Thank you for reading. Streets of Glasgow returns next week with two posts, including a very special one.

This is the fortieth Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Nearby streets written about in this series previously include High Street, Cathedral Street and Duke Street.

Loose Ends: The Meadows

The Meadows, a large public park to the south of Edinburgh city centre, is a place I know well, having walked around it many times over the years. It became a part of Loose Ends through Hibs. The last connection, Coldstream, was reached because I was there to see the Cabbage while the Meadows saw the very first game of the fledgling Hibernian Football Club on Christmas Day 1875 against Heart of Midlothian. In the interests of fairness I have to advise that Hearts won by a goal to nil. I was in the Meadows on a beautiful summer’s afternoon and not much football was happening, more people reading, sunbathing, barbecuing, even, in the warm July sunshine. Jazz musicians even made the chilled out feeling audible amidst the mass of humanity. Lots of people being around made taking photos a little difficult since I try to avoid getting people on camera if I can avoid it.

I walked across the Meadows on Jawbone Walk, thinking up possible connections as I went. A nearby mural made me think of Muriel Spark and The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, set nearby. Jawbone Walk used to lead to a whale’s jawbone, removed within the last decade, and that could connect to North Berwick Law where a fibreglass replica sits on the top. Essayist and poet Kathleen Jamie wrote about jawbones in one of her essay volumes and that could take me to some other places Jamie has written about like Surgeon’s Hall, Charlotte Square or Orkney, to name but three. That Hibs and Hearts played their first game in the Meadows might lead to Tynecastle. I could see David Hume Tower, part of the University, across the Meadows, also visible from my seat at Easter Road, which might take me back to the Borders and Chirnside which is near where Hume was born. Going up Arthur’s Seat, like an elephant high above, was a possibility. I remembered my own early experiences in the Meadows at the fun fair and a picnic. I went to primary school across the city at Craigentinny, another possibility for an adventure.

A little later I sat nearby in Holyrood Park, writing notes and thinking of my brisk walk through the Meadows. On other days I had lingered longer, thoughts, plans, ideas fuelling circuits around the park, perhaps across Bruntsfield Links and back. I thought about Norman MacCaig, who lived near the Meadows with several of his poems set there. Ideas come in the strangest of places and I often get mine while walking. This walk in a familiar place yielded one or two, more words and another adventure amidst the loose ends to come.

Thank you for reading.

Another Loose Ends adventure follows here next week.

Next post is a Streets of Glasgow post, which will be on Wednesday.

My football blog Easter Road West does have a post today, which is about today’s game against Ross County.

Streets of Glasgow: Royal Bank Place

This was the shortest Streets of Glasgow walk to date, undertaken in the rain one August afternoon on the way to the Gallery of Modern Art. In its entirety, Royal Bank Place can be covered in less than a minute at a brisk pace, leading from Buchanan Street to Royal Exchange Square. It is lined on either side by handsome bank buildings, hence the name, though only one side still has a financial institution, Nationwide, the other a clothes shop, the wheel ends of sewing machines facing out the window. Looking up is worth it, as ever, a reminder – as if one was needed – of the beauty of Glasgow’s buildings above the ground. This particular day, however, I would get rain in my eye as I looked quickly and headed on through the arch and away.

Thanks for reading. This was the thirty ninth instalment of Streets of Glasgow here on Walking Talking. Nearby streets covered previously in this series include Buchanan Street, Queen Street, Gordon Street and Ingram Street.

Loose Ends: Coldstream

I love it how a plan comes together. I had come to Coldstream to see the Hibs, not even thinking about Loose Ends or any kind of blogging stuff. Naturally I found a link with the last place, the Bachelors’ Club, through Robert Burns. The poet visited a lot of places in Scotland but it was from Coldstream in May 1787 that Burns set foot in England for the first time, reportedly reciting a few lines for the occasion from ‘The Cotter’s Saturday Night’:

‘O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!’

Fair enough, like. I was walking along to the border anyway, or to the middle of the bridge, when I came across an information board about Burns’s visit to Coldstream. Link found, bish, bash, done. I walked to the middle of the bridge, looked up then down, admiring the sweep of the river in the warm July sunshine then headed to the football.

After the game I sat for a bit in Henderson Park, blessed with a braw viewpoint over the Tweed towards the Cheviots. I thought about possible connections with Coldstream. It sits on the Tweed as do quite a few other fine places like Dryburgh Abbey, Melrose and Peebles. The battle of Flodden happened nearby in 1513 and this could lead me to the Flodden Wall in Edinburgh or indeed back to Stirling Castle where the infant James V would soon be crowned King of Scots. The Hirsel, home of Sir Alec Douglas-Home, could take me to places linked to other Scottish Prime Ministers, Fettes where Tony Blair was educated or North Queensferry where Gordon Brown lives. The stone marking General Monck’s crossing of the Tweed on the way to restoring Charles II in 1660 might take me somewhere linked to Charles or indeed Cromwell, such as the Cromwell Harbour in Dunbar. The fact I was in Coldstream to see Hibs could lead to many Hibee-related places like St. Patrick’s Church in the Cowgate, the Meadows or Easter Road itself.

The Loose Ends series has so far led me to quite a few parts of Scotland, some deliberately planned, others – like Coldstream – not all intended. It has involved a lot of buses, trains and expended shoe leather so far. I’m excited for what happens next in this series for hopefully it will be as spontaneous as this adventure gathering the loose ends, perhaps as Hugh MacDiarmid – a Borderer himself – wrote:

‘By naming them and accepting them, 

Loving them and identifying myself with them, 

Attempt to express the whole’.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows next week.

Streets of Glasgow: London Road

I didn’t walk all the way to London. Or from London, since I started at the eastern end. This walk began at Mount Vernon railway station, which sits neatly at the junction where London Road joins Hamilton Road. I had never been there before, only through it once on the train when it had been diverted through the wilds of Lanarkshire. It was quite suburban as I set off, soon becoming a mixture of prim and proper houses and industrial premises, cranes, pipes and trade stores. I came to some workers tarring the pavement, the smell oddly soothing, the freshly dried stuff soft on my Skechers. A little way after that I came to a roundabout, with a car showroom (one of many on this walk), fast food restaurants which I could smell before I saw them, and a Tattoo Station in what looked like an old railway building. At the other side of the next junction was a sign for a woodland, informing me I had arrived at Auchenshuggle, no less, once a noted public transport terminus and running joke, also very similar to Auchenshoogle, home to The Broons. Absolutely no joke, this was a highlight of my five years of Glasgow living.

There were little hints of countryside in the midst of all this, trees and relative quiet between all the traffic and sprawl. Not much grass, though, due to the heat of recent weeks. At various points there were views to Castlemilk and the Cathkin Braes, wind turbines peeking over the motorway, while the other way there were gaps over waste ground to tower blocks and posh houses right underneath, Glasgow in miniature. I came to the Archdiocese of Glasgow cemetery and remembered something I had been told recently about Roman Catholic churches often being required to be built on side streets, not main streets. More than one sat just off London Road, the sole exception St. Alphonsus Church in the Calton, in the news recently for one of its priests being spat on as an Orange walk passed.

I soon got my first glimpse of Celtic Park, the word Paradise right in front of me, with tenements either side as I looked up the road towards it. A lot of houses were modern but nearer the ground there were more traditional red sandstone tenements, even more towards Bridgeton and town. Some of the streets I passed had Perthshire names, Methven Street, Birnam Street and inevitably given that last one, Macbeth Street. As I came by Celtic Park, I started whistling the Super John McGinn song, since he was still a Hibs player and two bids had been rejected from the lesser green for his services. I just don’t think they understand. My feet were beginning to ache as it had been a very long walk. Celtic Park was at least familiar terrain, well beyond half way and in sight of town. I was sad, though, nearing Bridgeton, that a mural against sectarianism had disappeared since my last trip along that way. That thought came to me as I came into Bridgeton, then moving onto an Edwin Morgan poem ‘King Billy’ as I surveyed the Union Jack bunting. Bridgeton Cross was busy with people and I didn’t linger – I had been in the area earlier at the Glasgow Women’s Library in any case – and I paused to look momentarily at the Scottish royal crest on a tenement above a bookies.

Nearer town I was lagging. In the Calton I looked at the poems and public art, some with quotes from Tom Leonard and Burns, and looked at the back of the Templeton building which was a bit less dramatic than the front facing onto the Green. The Green was still shut as the clearup from Transmt continued, while I passed St. Alphonsus Church with its banners talking of its history. The numbers were getting smaller as I got ever closer to the end point. I regretted once more missing Calton Books but I looked in the window of the music shop, harbouring notions of musical adventures without much in the way of actual talent. I reached Glasgow Cross and that was that, the longest walk in this series and a very varied one, with wide vistas, car showrooms, industrial premises and the usual treats gained by just looking up.

Thanks for reading. This is the thirty eighth Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets written about in this series so far include Gallowgate, Duke Street, High Street and Trongate.

Coming soon…

The Walking Talking blog is back from its hiatus and I’ve got a few things ready for the coming weeks. They include a whole load of Streets of Glasgow walks plus some more Loose Ends adventures. I’ve got a few day trips to write up too, including all about the Great Exhibition of the North. Plus the usual blethering posts, one about the snail and the bottle case in Paisley, another about the sensory experience of a busy train, plus one about wallpapers on one’s technological devices which I’ll need to update as I change mine quite regular. Tomorrow night’s is the epic Streets of Glasgow walk along London Road. I was knackered after that one. Anyway, here are some photos from the last few weeks of adventures.

Grey Monument as Worker’s Maypole
Grey’s Monument as Worker’s Maypole
Plug
London Road and Glasgow Cross
Coldstream by the river Tweed
Carlisle and the Bishop’s Stone
The Meadows in the sunshine
Cathkin Park not in the sunshine

Digest: July 2018

July 2018’s Digest comes after another busy month with a few adventures, the return of the football and me now just finished a week’s leave.

Sunday 1st July saw me in Kirkcaldy, a notion just to get on a bus taking me to my favourite art gallery, which had a very fine exhibition of paintings from the Edinburgh School, Anne Redpath, William Gillies and others.

That Saturday took me across an Orange walk onto a train to Dunbar. It was a warm day in my home town and I proceeded to walk for miles and miles, going out across the golf course to Barns Ness lighthouse, a place I had seen frequently on social media photographs recently and from my window in times past. Masochism led me up Doon Hill, written about here, stopping every few yards to wipe sweat from my face, and I looked across Dunbar and the Forth on the way up. I sat at the top for a bit, avoiding a tour group, and looked down towards Torness and St. Abbs Head. My way back into Dunbar took me to Deer Park cemetery, a place of familiar names, relatives, friends and others I’ve known or known of. I sat for a bit under the Prom, looking towards the Bass and scribbling notes in the sunshine. I ended up at Belhaven standing on the beach with my thoughts awhile before I turned back, eventually dining on a chippy by the harbour.

The next day the Hibs were back. Engineering works meant I took the bus to and from the capital, reading along the way the mountaineer Cameron McNeish’s autobiography. From the bus station I undertook a Streets of Glasgow walk on Killermont Street.

That Thursday the Hibs were playing again. On the way to the stadium I walked down through the New Town, an old psychogeographic haunt.

The Friday was my day off and I went to the Glasgow Women’s Library. I had a couple of books to donate plus I had decided to write about the GWL for Loose Ends here on the blog. I ended up joining the library and came away with a book plus pleased to see a Muriel Spark exhibition in progress. I then walked all the way along London Road for Streets of Glasgow, a very long walk but a varied and interesting one. Earlier I took in St. Mary’s Church in the Calton for a future blog post.

A week or so later, I found myself on the bus to Ayr, heading for the Bachelors’ Club in Tarbolton. It was diverting and interesting. The view from the M77 coming back to Glasgow was a major highlight of the day.

The next day I went to Coldstream to watch a Hibs XI rout the locals. On the way I had a few minutes in Berwick – I need to get back there soon – and spent a while wandering around Coldstream between buses. Another Loose Ends post resulted from that walk.

That Thursday Hibs were playing and I went through to Edinburgh a little early on that beautiful sunny day for a walk through the Meadows then Holyrood Park. I ate my fast food watching the ducks and swans in Lochend Park.

The following day I went out on an adventure with my favourite little people around Glasgow on an open top bus.

Sunday 29th was wet and involved a day trip by car, including Dunfermline Carnegie Library and Kirkcaldy Galleries, as well as a walk along the Prom at Portobello and thereafter at Port Seton where we had an unbelievably good fish supper. The nicest weather came when I got back to Glasgow.

I was off the next week and on Tuesday 31st I went to Newcastle via Carlisle. In the hour I had to kill in Carlisle, I made sure I got to the underpass between Tullie House and Carlisle Castle which is a pleasant display of industrial objects and a stone bearing a curse made by the Bishop of Glasgow against the Border Reivers. Newcastle was in the midst of the Great Exhibition of the North and the Grey Monument bore some superb egalitarian slogans. When I discovered that this was part of the Great Exhibition of the North, I was very glad my taxes were going towards it. Better that than Trident. I went over to Gateshead to the Baltic which had two very good exhibitions, one of which was Our Kisses are Petals by Lubaina Himid which featured African-inspired banners with interesting phrases on them. My favourite was ‘Much Silence Has A Mighty Noise’. The other cracking exhibition was Idea Of North which included a mixture of stuff including a display of photographs of people in North Eastern England by various female photographers, a dome talking about sustainable building materials, a poem by Sean O’Brien and WN Herbert, and a display about TyneDeck, a 1960s modernist utopian proposal for the quayside outside the Baltic. Leaving aside my Scottishness bristling against Newcastle being considered ‘north’ (in England, yes, in these islands, goodness no), I liked it a lot. Make sure you get there, if you can.

Anyway, that’s July. August has started fine. I was off work until yesterday. I went on some adventures, did family stuff.

The next post here might be tomorrow, I’m not sure yet. There will definitely be one on Friday, a Streets of Glasgow post, to be precise, featuring London Road. Loose Ends: Coldstream is on Sunday.

Easter Road West has a post tonight about Super John McGinn and his departure to Aston Villa. Tomorrow there will also be a post there with some thoughts about the Motherwell game on Sunday as well as tomorrow night’s Europa League match. A couple of ERW highlights from July are a post about being a Hibs fan living in Glasgow and another about that mighty publication The Wee Red Book.

August involves this blog’s third anniversary. This is the blog’s 492nd post, remarkably. I haven’t quite managed to put my idea for the 500th post into practice, yet. I don’t have long. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions for future posts, please feel free to share them.

Thanks as ever to all readers, commenters and followers. It’s been quite a ride so far. Cheers just now. Enjoy the rest of your August.

Posts this month –

Loose Ends: National Museum of Scotland

Digest: June 2018

Daisies

Subway Surface: St. Enoch-Kinning Park

Loose Ends: Dunfermline

My favourite bench

Doon Hill

Subway Surface: Kinning Park-Govan

Loose Ends: Abbotsford

Gallimaufry

Subway journey

Streets of Glasgow: Drury Street

Loose Ends: Glasgow Women’s Library

The Joyful Kilmarnock Blues

Travelling books

Streets of Glasgow: Killermont Street

Loose Ends: Bachelors’ Club