It was hot and sunny in the big city and I was there for lunch and to see a brand new mural. I had already seen it from the train but wanted to see it up close so off I went through the business district, quiet a lot of the time right now but particularly on a public holiday, to Washington Street. I recognised the hotel but hadn’t noticed the old school house nor the business units next door. The latter had the look of the main stand at Ibrox, all imposing in red brick, and I could hear folk talking and generic bass-heavy noise from somewhere. I could see the river and I knew walking along that what I was looking for was on the right. Once I noticed it, I walked to the end of the street anyway before turning back to see what I had come to see, a mural put there by Adidas in honour of the Scotland men’s team qualifying for the Euros. It’s coming hame, all right. Since I don’t do well with the heat, hame felt like a great place to be heading rather than further into the city. I settled for the Broomielaw, making the most of high buildings and the shade they offered.
Thanks for reading. This is the eighty ninth Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets featured here include Argyle Street and Waterloo Street. The Broomielaw featured in Intercity as well. All parts of the Streets series can be found on its very own page.
Before I start, what a performance last night from Scotland. One to be proud of.
Good Saturday to you,
Welcome to another Saturday Saunter, this time being written on a sunny Sunday morning. On in the background is a Hidden London Hangout from the London Transport Museum about Swiss Cottage. The Saunter is back after a week’s hiatus. Sometimes it’s difficult to fit writing into the rest of my life and that occasionally synchronises with not having any ideas, which happens. Thankfully I have a few ideas in my inbox and of course I can talk about reading.
Euro 2020 continues apace and I’ve managed to see a couple of matches. There are many things more important than football and humanity shone through last Saturday night. That Christian Eriksen has now left hospital is a testament to the excellent healthcare and support on hand. That is something to be truly thankful for. Glasgow plays host to four matches during the tournament, two of which will have taken place by the time this is posted, and there are posters, banners and signs everywhere in the city centre, with simple pictorial signs spotted on the way down to George Square yesterday, pointing the way to the stadium, station and Fanzone. I wonder what our opening flourish would have been, had the first game of the tournament taken place at Hampden. Nessun Dorma and a whirl of fireworks was Italy’s touch and it was beautiful. Caledonia, maybe.
My to-read pile has grown a wee bit this week, some in print and others digitally. Threads of life by Clare Hunter is my print book and, appropriately for this week, reading on my iPad is in the form of Get Your Head In The Game by Dominic Stevenson, all about football and mental health but delving into race, gender identity, women’s football and much else besides. I heard Dominic Stevenson speak on a virtual event from the National Football Museum earlier in the year and I thought he made a lot of sense. His book is excellent and deserves a much wider audience. At some point, I will delve into Nutmeg Issue 20 but that will probably come during lunch at some point.
Some of you will have seen the awful news about the fire at the Scottish Crannog Centre by Loch Tay. Thankfully no one was hurt and their museum collection remains intact though the crannog seems to have been devastated. I was able to go a couple of times and was impressed by the Centre’s way of making prehistory come to life in an engaging and inspiring way. I had just been talking about the Crannog Centre the other day and it had featured on Mach a seo on BBC Alba recently. The crannog is an awful loss for Scotland’s heritage scene.
This month, June, is also Pride Month. I always believe that when we do not know about something, we should find a way to change that. That’s particularly important in supporting our LGBTQIA+ friends. In that spirit, I came across an excellent guide to gender identity produced by NPR and an article from Gay Timesabout some of the various Pride flags and what they mean.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 19th June 2021. Thanks for reading. Streets of Glasgow will be back on Wednesday, of course. Until then, mar sin leibh.
St. Andrew’s Square is an interesting one, dominated by a church which is now an arts centre and surrounded by some modern but sympathetic buildings. It is easy to imagine street performers and cultural festivities happening there but when I was there, it was quiet with only me, a dog walker and a guy chatting on his phone to be found in the area. I made a circuit and looked at the church from different angles. I reflected that the Edinburgh equivalent, which doesn’t have an apostrophe nor an ‘s’ following an apostrophe, is typically much busier, a place for gatherings, eating lunch and peoplewatching. Not much prospect of that as I walked that sunny Saturday morning but that wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
Thanks for reading. This is the eighty-eighth Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets featured here include St Andrews Street, Parnie Street and the Gallowgate. The Streets of Glasgow page has links to all of the previous posts in this series.
A shorter street for the third Streets of Glasgow walk of the morning but interesting all the same with two interesting examples of street art – an etching of a woman in side profile and an advertisement for the nearby fish shop – plus a handsome church and some interesting shops. The bookshop advertised ‘A Library of Olfactive Material’, so smells. Whatever works. A quirky exhibition. There was a derelict building on the corner that I saw better from St. Andrews Square (post follows next week) which was one of the few less salubrious parts of the street, dominated by student flats and by that aforementioned handsome church. I stood by its railings and looked back down to the railway bridge and realised the city had changed in a few hundred yards. The sky had opened up a bit more, the buildings a little less high. Decent.
Thanks for reading. This is the eighty-seventh Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets featured here include St. Andrew’s Square (next week), Parnie Street and Gallowgate. The Streets of Glasgow page features a full list of posts in the series so far.
The Saturday Saunter will be on hiatus this week so the next post will be St. Andrew’s Square next week.
Welcome to another Saturday Saunter, written in the midst of the heat on Wednesday night. Springwatch is on in the background. As this is posted, Glasgow will be in Level 2 measures for the first time ever and once more it will be possible to go beyond the city lines for near enough any reason. I’ll be doing just that and will be in the capital, which I am looking forward to immensely. Some people will be looking forward to being able to drink indoors and others will be happy to roam. I will be happy to see family again and to go a bit further once more. I was watching the First Minister’s statement on my lunch on Tuesday and I just loudly uttered a ‘Yas’ while munching on my sandwiches and trying not to scatter their contents. Thankfully by the weekend it is to be a bit cooler, which is welcome as I struggle with the heat and of course the east coast is that bit cooler and windier anyway.
It has indeed become cooler by Thursday night as I continue this. I read a really good article earlier which made the often overlooked point that many people struggle with the heat and I am one of them. It was particularly humid earlier as I walked home which made my commute worse than it had been last night when it was warmer and sunnier. I also have hay fever which makes this time of year particularly miserable. Combine this and it’s really, super fun. The newspapers have had their usual articles about our week of summer featuring prominent pictures of photogenic people having fun in sunny places though for us less young, less beautiful people it gets old quickly! I like sunshine but I’m not built to enjoy it for long.
I was thinking there about a walk I took on a very hot Bank Holiday a couple of years ago around the route of the Glasgow Subway. The posts are still here on the blog somewhere through the Subway Surface page. The Subway, like the London Underground, has advertised itself over time as the coolest way to travel. I haven’t been on the Subway since last autumn though the next time I do I intend to be particularly vigilant between Govan and Partick as I read recently that the sound of the Subway changes slightly as it passes the site of the old Merkland Street station, which is quite near Partick.
Last weekend I managed to finally finish Cameroon with Egbert by Dervla Murphy, which I started before the first lockdown last year and which I bought in Leakey’s in Inverness about two years ago. The two books I’ve got on the go are very different: one is Threads of life by Clare Hunter, about the effect sewing has had on world history, and a football book which has a very interesting and worthy subject but isn’t really grabbing me to be honest. I wrote last week about the restorative power of books. Sometimes life’s too short and some books don’t work for one’s mood at the time. That’s okay. Whatever works.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 5th June 2021. Thanks for reading. Streets of Glasgow resumes on Wednesday and it’s not so far from Parnie Street. However you spend it, wherever you spend it, have a good weekend. Tìoraidh an-drasta.
Parnie Street had been on the Streets of Glasgow possible list for a while but it became a definite when I was on King Street and had business in the area. I liked the name but all I knew about it was that it was once the home of the Glasgow Women’s Library, which is now in Bridgeton. It goes around the back of quite a few cultural institutions, including Streetlevel Photoworks and the Tron Theatre with a skull carved into the side of that building. I averted my eyes and moved on. By the sign which still denotes the Glasgow Women’s Library was another for a company selling school uniforms. It was a bit old-fashioned. A camera shop sold lens and proper apparatus for proper cameras as well as badges. Sadly Esca is now defunct, an Italian restaurant where I have good memories of a pre-COVID age. Two office chairs were plonked at a suitable social distance outside another shop, which was a suitably bonkers Glaswegian touch. Parnie Street had the air of a back street which has known better days and that sense only became more acute with the amount of bars and restaurants still closed due to restrictions. We have to believe that there will be better days ahead.
Thanks for reading. This is the eighty-sixth Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets featured here include King Street, Trongate, Argyle Street and St. Andrews Street, which follows here next week. The Streets of Glasgow page has a complete list.
Welcome to another Saturday Saunter, this time being written on Thursday night with The West Wing on in the background as I start this. Unusually, I have a list of things I might want to include in this post so let’s dive right in. Last week’s post very quickly went out-of-date as I wrote about the Scottish Cup Final, of which less said the better. I found the best strategy after the Final was to avoid social media as there were a lot of inflamed passions. I know it was the same but only worse after the Europa League final this week when Marcus Rashford received abuse online after Villareal won on penalties against Manchester United. I saw a sensible Tweet from Jackson Irvine after the Final on Saturday which of course got piled on too. The off button works well. Folk should use it rather than venting. One thing that took my mind off the Final, for instance, was the Eurovision Song Contest which was brilliantly silly for the most part. I haven’t watched Eurovision in a few years and it was good, a decent antidote. A summer without football works for me, beyond a polite interest in the Euros in a few weeks.
I read a good post the other day from the excellently named Orangutan Librarian blog about the restorative power of reading. It won’t be a surprise that I agree wholeheartedly with this and it doesn’t matter what it is, as long as folk are reading something. Whether it’s a Mills and Boon or Tolstoy, a Booker Prize winner or a football magazine, whatever works. ‘Every person his or her book’ goes the second law of library science and it’s true. This week I’ve been reading about football, two issues of Nutmeg and Pat Nevin’s autobiography, which is newly out and probably one of the best football memoirs I’ve read in years. Also sitting by my bed is the Dervla Murphy book I restarted last week and I’m hoping to read it over the weekend. Reading soothes and takes us away from our sometimes frenetic lives. It gives us perspective. In these times, more than ever, we need books. We need films too, TV programmes, whatever gets us through the shift. For me it’s books.
The weather looks like it’s going to be better in the coming days. There’s been a fair bit of rain lately and there’s been a couple of days when the nicest weather has come towards the end of the day. Last weekend I was having dinner and looked out the window to see sunshine on a wet city street, always one of my favourite sights. There was a great article from The Guardian a week or so ago about unremarkable places that struck a chord with me. It included Seafield, an unsexy part of Edinburgh home to car showrooms, a sewage works, cemetery and crematorium, cat and dug home, all next to the Firth of Forth. Seafield also used to have the Eastern General Hospital, where all the best people were born. At a time when going beyond Glasgow except for permitted reasons is verboten, as has been the case for much of the last year, the less beautiful places should be treasured as much as the Pollok Parks of the world. Being able to see hills and water helps and thankfully that’s possible across the city.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 29th May 2021. Thanks for reading. Streets of Glasgow returns on Wednesday and it’s around the corner from King Street. Until then, mar sin leibh.
May has been particularly cool in Glasgow, the weather perhaps reflecting the news and the world around us. It felt particularly good therefore to go into town on a sunny spring morning and even better to turn into King Street as the sun was in my eyes on the Trongate. A bar called Super Bario stood near the corner – the east coast person in me thought ‘barry’, meaning good, rather than about a certain Italian plumber. I missaw Treasure Bunker, which sells medals and miltary stuff, and thought it was Pleasure Bunker, which would possibly sell other products for other purposes. The Glasgow Print Studio had a John Byrne exhibition on with a rather cool drawing in the window featuring two men, one clearly Byrne with cigarette poking out his mouth. The City retro fashion shop looked quite retro in itself while Streetlevel Photoworks featured up–to-date posters for actual events, which was reassuring in the midst of Level 3 restrictions, including a poster saying BAM! in a comic book font. Bam of course has another meaning in Scotland but there weren’t any kicking around King Street that morning. Well-put phrases were happening around me, Social Rescluse had in its window ‘Better Stop Dreaming Of The Quiet Life Cause It’s The One We’ll Never Know’, which seems about right, while an advertising agency across the way talked of the ‘community of ideas’. I crossed the road and the street opened up with a car park to the right and just before it some quite psychedelic tiles in front of a phone cabinet with an open door. Far out. The Billy Connolly mural by the aforementioned John Byrne stood high to the right as I walked towards a railway bridge and the end of King Street as it joined the Bridgegate. Some graffiti encouraged people to take a look and I had been doing just that around a cool corner of this ever-changing city.
Thanks for reading. This is the eighty-fifth Streets of Glasgow walk to appear here on Walking Talking. Other nearby streets which have featured here include Trongate, Argyle Street, Clyde Street and Parnie Street, which will be here next week. The complete Streets series can be found on its very own page.
Welcome to another Saturday Saunter, this time being started on Wednesday. Today is Scottish Cup Final day, a day I feel should be a public holiday for us football fans. Hibernian face St. Johnstone, live on the telly from Hampden Park. Either it’ll be a highlight of a lifetime or enough to put folk off football for a while, nothing in between. It is sad that no fans will be able to be inside the National Stadium though of course Glasgow remains in Level 3 so that isn’t possible. Hibs have had the best season in nearly twenty years and the only folk who’ve been able to see it in the raw have been up ladders. Five years and a day have passed since the Hibs last went up to lift the Scottish Cup and even if I’m not going to be there this time, it’s just a little special. Either way, I’m happy that neither of the Gruesome Twosome nor Hearts are involved today, that last mob dispatched many rounds ago by Brora Rangers. I’m hoping for a good game but above all for a win. Still, if there aren’t green ribbons on the Cup tonight, I’ll be gutted.
I was thinking the other day about five years ago. In the lead-up to the 2016 Final, I took a trip around Glasgow to Hampden and then the two venues where Hibs had won the Cup up to that point, Cathkin Park (the second Hampden) and Celtic Park. Parkhead was the scene of the 1902 Scottish Cup Final where Hibs beat Celtic 1-0 to lift the Cup. Little did that team know that Hibs wouldn’t lift the Cup again for 114 years until that glorious day in May. The manager of Hibs then was Dan McMichael, still the longest-serving manager in the club’s history, and the story of his death in 1919 is a tragic one. He died in the midst of another pandemic, the influenza or Spanish flu pandemic, and was buried in a mass grave in the Eastern Cemetery in Edinburgh, unmarked until 2013 when a group of supporters fundraised to put up a stone. I couldn’t help thinking about it in the midst of another Final and the current situation.
For the last couple of years, I have tried to make my small corner of the Internet as accessible as possible. I add alt text to the images here and an image description to the Tweets sharing posts. There was an article on the Guardian website the other day about how they are trying to make their own content more accessible and I liked the idea of narrative descriptions. I tend to be very literal when writing image descriptions though I like the idea of making them more descriptive. Unfortunately WordPress allows sharing onto social media directly from the app but not to add alt text to the Tweet, which is a pain in the hoop and limits the length of any descriptions. Pith is the order of the day, in other words.
I had quite a successful reading day last Sunday, finishing two books, a Nick Hornby novel and Westering by Laurence Mitchell, which I had been reading for a couple of weeks. I enjoyed Westering a lot, despite covering unfamiliar terrain. It was the kind of book I like to read, a rich blend of memoir, history, travel and nature, and spurred me to delve back into the work of Dervla Murphy and Cameroon with Egbert, which I started before the first lockdown last year. I know that quite a few blog readers are Dervla fans and so am I. After Cameroon with Egbert, I’ve got a couple of others on the shelf that might just jump the queue and be next.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 22nd May 2021. Thanks for reading. I’m all out of Streets of Glasgow posts and the two Intercity walks I did in Edinburgh have appeared here too. I may manage a Streets walk or two over the weekend but I’m not sure. Since Glasgow will probably be in Level 3 for a wee while, unfortunately, there’s only so much I can do. There will be something here on Wednesday though. Until then, tìoraidh an-drasta. I don’t know the Gaelic for Glory Glory to the Hibees so I will be content with the English. COME ON HIBERNIAN!
A late update just before going to press. Streets of Glasgow will be back on Wednesday. It’s a good one too.
Dublin Street is a street I’ve often walked in Edinburgh, often at the start or end of a New Town derive. It leads from Queen Street down into the New Town. The day I was there the place seemed to be held up by scaffolding, scattered on quite a few buildings. There wasn’t any on the dolls’ houses I’ve often admired in a property management office nor on the shop bearing the name of my last favourite punctuation mark, the ampersand. That shop looked fine enough and I walked on, stopping by the Stac Polly restaurant. I reflected that until recently, due to restrictions, Edinburgh had felt as remote and unreachable as Stac Pollaidh itself, all the way up beyond Ullapool. The unbridled joy I had felt of being able to go more than a few miles had turned to tears at the time the First Minister had announced the changes in restrictions and more than once since. Posters for Nicola Sturgeon’s party covered a window ahead as I stopped at the top of Dublin Street, turning to look back down across the city and towards the Forth, one of the better vistas our capital offers and an invitation to adventure in more ways than one.