Streets of Glasgow: Fifty Pitches Road

Fifty Pitches Road is probably one of the lesser known streets I’ve featured in this series. I know it but I live nearby. Indeed I can actually see it from my bedroom window or I could if it wasn’t dark as I write this. The walk was on my way home, a slightly scenic route less direct than my normal traipse across an overpass. It was a bright March afternoon as I got off the bus and crossed the busy Shieldhall Road onto Fifty Pitches Road to start. I stopped to get the obligatory street sign photo then paused to look at the remains of a brick structure. It looked fairly modern so was probably quite functional. As I walked all the rubbish seemed to be squashed, car wheels doing their worst to juice bottles and fast food wrappers.

Fifty Pitches Road is named after a vast array of playing fields that once stood on the site. Fifty football pitches or more. Today it is mainly industrial with some offices, most notably for NHS 24 (the out-of-hours health service), Southside Housing Association and the print works for the Daily Record. McKenna Park, home of St. Anthony’s FC, is nearby, as is a red blaes park that I pass as I walk each day to the bus. Fifty Pitches is also intersected by the M8, Scotland’s busiest motorway which stretches from the outskirts of Edinburgh to Greenock in the Clyde riviera. The motorway was busy that Friday afternoon with commuters. A few cars and vans passed me as I headed under the M8. The graffiti tag of ‘Spar’ made me wonder if I would soon see one for the Co-op or Nisa. Volvo vans were to my left and I could soon see the Daily Record printing works and the high-rise flats of Cardonald, Moss Heights. The roundabouts featured grey standing stones, small and fairly thin of much more recent vintage than Callanais or the Ring of Brodgar. I soon came to a gap through which I could see the outline of some houses at the other side of the railway, one of them where I live. But for a bridge I could be home in barely five minutes rather than the fifteen by the convoluted loop I was obliged to take. Anyway, I passed the premises of the Sparta Trampoline Club. I didn’t know Sparta had trampolines, let alone that they had an outpost in south west Glasgow.

Past the Daily Record printing works and the hulking modern lump of the Queen Elizabeth University Hospital rose in the distance. Workers stood outside the printing works and the NHS having a smoke, others pouring out bound for home. The roundabout ahead was the end of Fifty Pitches Road and another Streets of Glasgow walk as I turned for home myself, just another commuter again.

Thanks for reading. This is the sixtieth Streets of Glasgow walk here on Walking Talking. Nearby streets featured in this series include Paisley Road West, Govan Road and Edmiston Drive.

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Streets of Glasgow: Wilson Street

This walk continued right after a fortnight ago’s Bell Street instalment of Streets of Glasgow. I was in the Merchant City killing time and plucking up the courage to go to an event in the area. I stood in the shadow of the badminton mural and decided to head along Wilson Street. The badminton mural – put up for the 2014 Commonwealth Games –  sat before an empty plot, encased by a fence with letters spelling out Candleriggs Square. On the right were modern housing developments. I passed a lamppost with stickers advertising Country Boy Brewing, with a pick-up truck in the centre, and the Hanseatic Football Tradition with floodlights. These stickers appear all over the place, often near football grounds, and I like spotting them. I stood under the badminton mural a moment, five years’ Glasgow weather having weathered it nicely.

A pub called the Citation stood in an old court building, Greco-Roman with pillars, flourishes and scenes along the bottom. Strings of clear lights lined the pillars, spotlights getting more effective as the light slowly drained from the sky.

I came further along and realised that I was coming towards Virginia Street, which I have covered in this series before, and also the Polo Lounge, which I was in a few weeks ago in a taste from someone else’s life. The Polo Lounge was in a very handsome red building with columns and arches outside and topped by a grey cupola. A rainbow flag flew outside the door. A blue Police box stood nearby, selling coffee into the evening. For no reason I could fathom a bell or a metal buoy sat on the corner of Wilson Street and Virginia Street, a fitting end for a walk that grew more interesting and beguiling by the end.

Thank you for reading. This is the fifty ninth Streets of Glasgow walk from Walking Talking. Quite a few nearby streets have featured in this series, including Bell Street, Glassford Street, Virginia Street, Ingram Street, Trongate and Miller Street.

Digest: March 2019

Digest time and I covered less ground than in February but that isn’t always a bad thing.

My first adventure of the month was Saturday 2nd March when Hibs were playing Celtic in Edinburgh. Before the game I went for a rain-soaked walk to Newhaven.

The following Friday I was again in Edinburgh to see the Hibs.

The next Thursday I was in town for an event. Beforehand I went to the Glasgow Women’s Library to see the Artemisia Gentileschi painting on display there. On the way back I sat in Glasgow Green to eat my sandwiches then had a good wander around the Merchant City, managing two walks as part of this blog’s Streets of Glasgow series.

That Saturday I was once more in Edinburgh to see Hibs. It had been cold and snowy and it became cold and wet so it was brief. It got nicer as I got closer to Glasgow. It was ever thus.

The following day I went out around Glasgow. I visited the new Charles Rennie Mackintosh statue, Kelvingrove and Cathkin Park as part of a wider Glaswegian ramble. I had felt that I had neglected my adopted home and this went a great way to redressing the balance and satisfying the deep love I have for this city.

That Monday I was off for a very nice day trip with a friend around Glasgow. We were at the Women’s Library to see that Artemsia painting again then we went to the House for an Art Lover (which was all right, with very good scones) and finally GoMA which had a fantastic exhibition about filmmaker Margaret Tait.

The following Sunday I spent the day bopping around southern Scotland and Northumberland, taking in Dawyck Botanic Garden, the walls at Berwick and Eyemouth where we went for a perfectly serviceable chippy. It was good to be in familiar climes for a while, with the walk around Dawyck particularly soothing and good for the soul.

On Friday I went to Livingston to watch the Hibs.

Yesterday I went out for lunch then went on the train to Gourock, the end of the train line that runs beside my house. Gourock was nice in the breezy spring sunshine.

Today I am planning on going to Dunbar or at least somewhere in the east.

So, that’s the March digest. Thank you to all readers, commenters and followers. Post 600 will appear next month. It’ll be a good one. Streets of Glasgow returns next Sunday while Loose Ends appears on Wednesday. Cheers just now.

Posts this month –

Saturday Saunter: 2nd March 2019

Digest: February 2019

Loose Ends: Portobello Potteries

Saturday Saunter: 9th March 2019

Streets of Glasgow: West George Street

Loose Ends: Leakey’s Bookshop

Saturday Saunter: 16th March 2019

Streets of Glasgow: Jamaica Street

Loose Ends: Desperate Dan

Saturday Saunter: 23rd March 2019

Streets of Glasgow: Bell Street

Loose Ends: Charles Rennie Mackintosh statue

Saturday Saunter: 30th March 2019

Loose Ends: Charles Rennie Mackintosh statue

I had been meaning to have a look at the new Charles Rennie Mackintosh statue for months since it was unveiled in December. One Sunday I got up and decided to make a day of it, heading first to Anderston to see the statue then going on a ramble to see what I could find. It linked just fine with the last instalment of Loose Ends, featuring the statue of Desperate Dan in Dundee, since it was also a statue plus there is a gallery dedicated to Charles Rennie Mackintosh in the brand new V and A Dundee museum. The statue was put up by property developers Sanctuary Group, sculpted by Andy Scott and unveiled by the First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, on the ninetieth anniversary of Mackintosh’s death. I liked it immediately, far more than I thought I would, to be honest. I took photos then sat down and looked at the statue. I liked the little details, including the ring on Mackintosh’s finger and the distinctive chair he was sitting on. It fit in well with the sharp angles of the new flats behind too. I couldn’t help thinking that there should be a statue of one of the Glasgow Girls group of artists or even that Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh should have been cast up alongside her husband. Maybe one day. In the meantime, it was a cracking statue, well-worked and in an apposite setting, in a community rather than a great civic space.

To the connections and there could be a visit to one of the many structures linked to Charles Rennie Mackintosh in Glasgow and beyond, like House for an Art Lover or the Hill House. This could also include Kelvingrove just along the road or pretty much anywhere in Glasgow, really. Loose Ends tends to involve a bit of forethought, very often a hunch or an impulse, and the next connection, which occurred about half an hour later, was certainly one of those.

Thank you for reading. The next Loose Ends post follows next week.

Streets of Glasgow: Bell Street

Bell Street leads from the back of the Gallowgate right into the heart of the Merchant City, encompassing a pram centre and Police Museum, beds and Portakabins. I had never been on it before and I was only there because I was going to an event a short while later. The walk started at the back of Morrisons on the Gallowgate, where Google Maps told me Bell Street began. There wasn’t a sign to confirm that for about 200 yards but for Streets of Glasgow purposes, I started walking past the Glasgow Pram Centre, the cool neon lights of the Barrowlands peeking down the street to the left. Flats on the left and the road wound down underneath a railway bridge, a dapper Glasgow gent in a long brown coat and a blue bunnet opening the door to the flats as I passed.

Under the railway bridge not one but three different signs confirmed I was on Bell Street after all. A tall mill building rose high on the right and on the winding lane into a development there was a sign which declared it to be Parsonage Square. I remembered that the family behind the Glasgow Humane Society are the Parsonages. I wonder if it was named after them. The mill building, now houses and offices, was a muddy golden brown – in short it looked its age – and it reminded me a lot of Dundee. Not at all a bad thing. Across the street were some more modern housing blocks and at street level a pile of grey bricks, very much out of place amidst the reds and browns of the Merchant City.

I came to the junction with the High Street and noticed a bed warehouse and offices belonging to Unison. In the distance was a mural dating from the 2014 Commonwealth Games, this one showing a badminton match in progress. I walked in its direction, first stopping to look in the window of the bed shop which had a bed with the mattress propped up to show the wooden bed frame drawer below. I don’t understand why they did that. Beds are for sleeping and occasionally other purposes. Why would it being propped up sell it better? Anyway, the building across from it had an attractive gable end featuring the city crest and the year 1896. An archway below featured a ghost sign for a produce agent with offices in Tontine Lane.

Soon I was outside Merchant Square and looking across the street once more to another handsome building with a grey cupola and railings around the roof. It featured the rather pleasing juxtaposition of the Glasgow Police Museum and a bar below. No comment. Above the building next door were six rather lovely golden leaf sculptures, each in line with the pillars below.

I stopped a short distance later and looked back along, in another world from the post-industrial surroundings of only a few minutes before. One of the best bits about Glasgow is how it changes every few minutes. It’s why it’s best to explore it on foot. You just see more, Bell Street a case in point.

Thank you for reading. This is the fifty eighth Streets of Glasgow post on Walking Talking. Nearby streets featured in this series before include Gallowgate, High Street, London Road, Duke Street, Albion Street, Trongate and Glassford Street. Wilson Street, which is also nearby, follows next week.

 

Saturday Saunter: 23rd March 2019

Good morning to you,

The hardest bit of writing is very often getting started. I’ve had a few first sentences fly across the screen then swiftly deleted with some judicious key presses. The Saunter is a blank page so it is harder than writing about a walk or a visit somewhere. Sometimes I can do it no bother. The beginning comes then paragraph follows paragraph until it naturally winds down. Other times it can be a bit of a grind and just getting words down is an achievement. This is one of those. We’ll persevere.

This is being written on Wednesday night since I am working on Saturday. It’s been a busy week but it began with a few adventures. Last Saturday I was at the football. Hibs won. On Sunday I roved around Glasgow, managing a couple of decent wanders plus a few minutes at Cathkin Park, one of my favourite places on the earth. A few parts of Sunday will appear here at some point, including two of the best Streets of Glasgow walks in that series so far. Monday was another day around Glasgow with a friend and we went to the Women’s Library to see the Artemisia Gentileschi painting and then to the House for an Art Lover. They have fabulous scones. White chocolate and raspberry. Thoroughly tidy. The Margaret Tait exhibition at GoMA is also worth a look and I’ll be heading back soon. It was a great weekend.

St. Vincent Street

Sunday’s Streets walks involved St. Vincent Street and Argyle Street, two major streets in this city and very high up the list of choices for the series. Argyle Street might be my favourite walk so far being very varied in terms of architecture, people and everything else. It had street art and pigeons, globes and gantries. St. Vincent Street was also very cool, particularly the bit from Buchanan Street to the motorway.

On the topic of the blog I’ve decided that the 600th post will be a Loose Ends adventure though at this point I’m not sure what that will be. I have to find a connection from the last one I did, which involved a favourite painting. It might be a very big day trip. We’ll see.

Cathkin Park

Cathkin Park was braw, as ever. For the uninitiated, Cathkin Park used to be the home of Third Lanark, a football team here in Glasgow until they went out of business in 1967. Cathkin’s terracing has been reclaimed by nature though recent work has cleared away some of the weeds and moss. It is near where I used to work and I don’t get over as often as I used to. It is a spiritual place, often quiet and a little eerie, summoning up memories and imaginings of past games. I stood for a little while behind a green and white post then walked around the perimeter of the pitch. Then I walked across the pitch, its condition not much worse than the dry Easter Road pitch I had seen the day before. Not for the first time I relived a game held at the third Hampden across the way about three years ago. The second Hampden was just where I needed to be.

Central Station

Earlier tonight I stood in the main concourse at Glasgow Central station waiting for my platform to come up on the board. I do that fairly often though rather than scrolling through my phone I ended up peoplewatching, wondering where people were going, appreciating the variety of the never ending stream of folk heading past. Central is currently starring in a documentary on the BBC Scotland channel, the station building and its staff, of course. It is strange seeing a familiar place on the telly but even stranger to be in that familiar place after seeing it on the box. I do love Central, the busiest railway station in Scotland (11th in the UK) and undoubtedly the finest.

That is us for today. Tomorrow’s post will be another instalment of Streets of Glasgow, this time in the Merchant City. Wednesday will be Loose Ends and that’s also in Glasgow. Next Sunday is the March digest. Anyway, have a very nice weekend. Cheers just now.

 

Streets of Glasgow: Jamaica Street

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A quick Streets of Glasgow walk before a train somewhere else and I chose Jamaica Street because of its proximity to Central Station. I came out of Central, under the arches and as I came to the four corners, the sun was in my eyes. It was a busy Friday lunchtime and folk were bustling around. The doorways were full of people getting a fly cigarette. Surprisingly there was no disembodied voice coming from the bingo, a bored monotone giving out numbers usually emanating forth. I hadn’t noticed before that the Crystal Palace Wetherspoon pub had once been known as Gardners’ Warehouse, built in 1855 for storage, one of the earliest prefabricated buildings, built in the style of the Crystal Palace in London. MacSorley’s across the way had some cool drawings of the city skyline in the window, drawn in white on a black background, certainly more interesting than the posters by Richer Sounds advertising Netflix. The walk came to an end and I turned along the Clyde for a minute, the walk instantly forgotten and doubts as to what could be written about it, those soon dispelled as I sat down to scribble.

Thanks for reading. This is the fifty seventh Streets of Glasgow post here on Walking Talking. Nearby streets featured in this series before include Oswald Street, Union Street and Mitchell Street. The Intercity series also featured the Broomielaw, which is also close to Jamaica Street.

Saturday Saunter: 16th March 2019

Good morning,

I haven’t actually written anything for the blog in a couple of weeks so it’s nice to be able to sit down and write something new now. The luxury of having lots of scheduled posts ready to go. What I like about the Saturday Saunter is usually it is current, written a couple of days before it is published, and it is spontaneous, invariably without a clear plan or focus as I start it. Today’s is no exception.

This Saturday I am off to Easter Road to watch the Hibees play Motherwell. My team has been in the news in recent days and for all the wrong reasons, a pitch invader during last Friday’s game against The Rangers and for a bottle of Buckfast chucked in the direction of a Celtic player when we played the lesser greens in the Scottish Cup the week before. Leeann Dempster, the Chief Executive of Hibs, has released a statement detailing just how the club will deal with unacceptable conduct and I agree with every single word of it. For the first time in a while, in fact since a similarly tumultuous fixture at Tynecastle in October, I sat at Easter Road last Friday and actually thought ‘what am I doing here?’ I felt unsafe and uncomfortable in one of the few places on earth where I feel I belong. The strong words from Leeann Dempster immediately after Friday’s game and again in the statement released on Wednesday have reassured me. The actions of these morons at Easter Road, St. Andrews and the Emirates over the weekend tarnish a game so many of us try to enjoy. Thankfully Hibs are back in action today and hopefully Paul Heckingbottom’s team go and get three points and keep us on the road to a top six finish.

I’ve not read terribly much this weather. I finished an history of grime music last Friday night before the Rangers game and apart from that I’ve been re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on my iPad. Today’s travelling book is Why Are We Always On Last? by Paul Armstrong, a book by the former editor of Match of the Day about the trials and travails of scheduling football matches to try and please a large audience. Randomly my very favourite song, and of course favourite football song, ‘Sunshine on Leith’ is currently playing in the background. The finest song on this planet. I’ll pause as it comes up to the good bit.

Back now. The Paul Armstrong book comes with mixed reports. One of my colleagues had said it wasn’t very good so we’ll see. It’ll come with me to Easter Road anyway.

Ghost sign on Paisley Road West

This is the 587th post on Walking Talking. I publish three posts a week here so the number count just goes higher. I thought it was lower so I maybe should get round to thinking about the 600th post. The 500th was Streets of Glasgow along Paisley Road West and the 400th was in Scots. I loved writing that one. I’m not sure what I will do yet. Any thoughts will be gratefully received.

The above was written on Wednesday night. On Thursday evening I managed to cram in a trip to the Glasgow Women’s Library to see Artemisia Gentileschi’s Self Portrait as Saint Catherine of Alexandria, which is on display at the GWL until Monday as part of a national tour. I’m not really a big fan of 16th century Italian art but I was interested by this one, particularly reading the information boards beside it. Anabel Marsh wrote a post about it, if you want to find out more and can’t get down to GWL. There was a pleasant bustle of people at the GWL, which was nice to see. Also beside the Artemisia was a display called Decoding Inequalities, which was insightful in quite a lot of ways, featuring objects and printed material from the GWL’s collections to try and understand inequality in our society.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today. Tomorrow’s post will be another Streets of Glasgow, this time Jamaica Street. On Wednesday will be Loose Ends. Beyond that, who knows? I think I need to get some adventures undertaken. Whatever you end up doing, have a good weekend.

Streets of Glasgow: West George Street

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This walk began as the light faded out of the sky. West George Street had long been on the list for Streets of Glasgow but it only happened late one afternoon when I was in the town to do some shopping. I got off the bus then walked up West George Street to reach its western end at Holland Street. Like West Regent Street, covered last year, I soon cae to the back of the old Strathclyde Police HQ, not for the first time imagining Taggart or Alex Gray’s Lorimer going about the place. It had the air of a scuzzy back street just there but of course it got busier as I headed back towards the city centre, the place full of folk heading home from their work. I soon came to Blythswood Square, a pause of offices and banks. I always think of Edinburgh’s New Town in that part of town until I see the steep slope down towards Argyle Street and remember where I am.

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That end of West George Street had more To Let signs than most of the city centre. It was a mixture of more modern office blocks and older red sandstone buildings more typical of Glasgow. The view down from Blythswood Square was dominated by the St. George’s Tron Church, maybe half a mile in the distance. Amongst the old and the new buildings were a few crackers, some with railings on the top, one with a cupola about three quarters up the building. The old banks on this street were worth a look, one particularly 1920s with high windows. Most were now hostelries of some sort or another. Another pub, though not in an old bank, was called the Golf Tavern despite looking all trendy. I’m from a part of the country where pubs with golf in the title tend to be near a place where walks get spoiled, not tucked away in the city centre by solicitors’ offices.

Another pause came behind St. George’s Tron Church onto Nelson Mandela Place, also written about in this series previously. The bench with the homeless man statue was a poignant reminder of the hardship life can often bring.

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West George Street began again by New Look and I covered the couple of hundred yards to George Square with a wee bit of speed. The obvious interest here was the redevelopment of Queen Street Station, the office block that sat in front of it now removed to reveal the curved roof of the train shed. I’m often busy heading for a train so it was nice to stand and stare for a moment. The walk ended just up the street under a curved entryway with elegant carvings. The address panel told me I was still on West George Street and that was entirely fine.

It was on this walk that I realised that Streets of Glasgow is more varied than I thought. I do the walk then I write about the walk. I also take photographs, making it more of a multimedia effort than just words scribbled in a notebook. That’s probably better as the different media cover a broader range of experiences than mere words can. Longer walks like West George Street tend to be better for photographs and overall, yielding a greater insight into the city in all its many facets.

Thanks for reading. This is the fifty sixth Streets of Glasgow walk here on Walking Talking. Nearby streets featured in this series include West Regent StreetRenfield StreetWest Nile StreetHope StreetNelson Mandela PlaceBuchanan StreetDundas StreetGeorge Square and Streets of Glasgow: George Street.

Saturday Saunter: 9th March 2019

Happy Saturday,

Anyway, rather than rambling on, today’s sermon will be about how I would spend a day in Glasgow. I was in George Square the other afternoon before getting the train to Perth for the football. I sat for a few minutes and peoplewatched and it was great. Not for the first time I thought about Edwin Morgan’s poem ‘Starlings in George Square’, hearing lines through my head, most notably ‘When’s the last boat to Milngavie?’ (I’ve written about Edwin Morgan here before as well as George Square for Streets of Glasgow.) It reminded me that I haven’t explored the city much this year so far at all. I haven’t been to Kelvingrove or anywhere like that. My adventures have taken me far beyond the city and that’s both good and bad. I feel mildly desperate just to explore the city a bit. Do a few Streets of Glasgow walks, go to some new corners and revisit some old ones.

View from Queen’s Park across the city

First on the list would be somewhere high up. Maybe Kelvingrove Park, the Necropolis or Queen’s Park, even the back of Castlemilk Shopping Centre, somewhere to see the city in all its variety, to follow cars along streets, count chimneys and spot landmarks. Getting a sense of the city would be a good shout before going down and out into it.

This might not be the most geographically organised of tours. I would continue in George Square next, a place of politics, protest and pigeons. And pastry if you get lunch out of Greggs. One of my favourite Glasgow facts is that street numbers emanate from George Square, stretching into the centre rather than the opposite.

St Enoch Subway

Billy Connolly mural

The Clyde would be next, making sure to pass St. Enoch Subway and Jack Vettriano’s Billy Connolly mural, my favourite of the three around the city centre. Also nearby is one of the four statues of women in Glasgow, the memorial to those who died in the Spanish Civil War. The river defines Glasgow, our past, present and future. The city changes either side of the river, I always think, wherever you happen to cross it. This hypothetical tour would detour via Glasgow Green, even if the People’s Palace is currently shut, stopping too by the recently unveiled memorial to those who perished in the Irish and Highland famines. An insight into our city’s social history could be gained at the Riverside Museum with its transport exhibits as well as the bits about life in past decades.

Subway train

Glasgow has one of the best public transport networks in Europe and we of course have the Subway as well as many, many trains and buses. The Subway would be the choice this time, actually on the train rather than walking the surface as I did last year, and for this tour the Clockwork Orange would take me to Shields Road and the Scotland Street School Museum, one of Charles Rennie Mackintosh’s buildings, possibly my favourite of them, in all truth. Keeping up the transport theme I always mean to visit the Tramway more often, over in Pollokshields, though the time the Turner Prize was on there, the show wasn’t great.

Cathkin Park

Next door to the Tramway is the Sikh Gurdwara, which is a stunning building, like its counterpart on Berkeley Street. I mean to visit both some time. Glasgow has lots of beautiful religious buildings, foremost among them Glasgow Cathedral with the Blackadder Aisle, white and still, where I like to sit and ponder a few minutes whenever I’m there. As a devout football fan myself, I consider Cathkin Park, the semi-derelict former home of Third Lanark, a bit of a cathedral (written about a few times including here as part of Loose Ends) and every time I’m in the area I make sure I stop in for a wander and a stand on the terraces.

I’ve not covered food but I don’t tend to eat in the city centre. In any case, I’m a man of simple taste. There are plenty of places to choose from, appealing to all tastes and bank balances.

Kelvingrove would be a natural choice, even if I’m not massively bothered about the big dinosaur skeleton currently gracing the place. Usually I like to wander by the art, making sure I sit on the step looking at my very favourite painting in the place, ‘Paps of Jura’ by William MacTaggart, which always takes me away to a beach with crashing waves and a biting wind.

That’s probably enough for one day, let alone all the other places I could suggest, like libraries, bookshops, parks and bus routes. When I was getting my laptop out, I was thinking of Pollok Park but I forgot about it until just now. This list may well get added to. I’m sure some readers will have their favourite places but this is just off the top of my head. When I finally get out around the city, I might just get to a few of these. As I say, I’m off to Edinburgh today but hopefully soon I’ll be about the Dear Green Place again, maybe coming up with some words along the way. To all readers, have a good weekend, wherever it takes you.