Loose Ends: Leith Links


The last link took me to the Arandora Star Memorial Garden in a quiet corner of Glasgow city centre. As I was there, I thought of a Proclaimers song, Scotland’s Story, about how our country was essentially built by immigrants. One settled in Leith so I decided that the next instalment of Loose Ends would take me to Leith, more specifically Leith Links, a park I know well. Leith Links is a place I often sit in before going to the football, reading and often eating lunch on a bench there. As the name suggests it has a golfing history – we don’t do golf on the Walking Talking blog, holding to Mark Twain’s credo that it ruins a good walk – and also proper history. Near where I sat and ate my lunch was the Giant’s Brae, the remains of the mound where the English artillery gathered during the siege of Leith in 1560. I know that particular place better as Hanlon Hill, where tens of thousands of Hibs fans gathered to greet the 2016 Scottish Cup winners the day after that wonderful day. This day was warm and sunny with a few sunbathers, families and dog walkers. A football pitch was marked out but no game was in progress. I was about to go to one not far away at Easter Road so I didn’t linger long after finishing my lunch.


Unusually the next connection was already decided since I was in Edinburgh anyway. I had two different connections ready with another place across the city only open once a year.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows in a fortnight’s time. The Loose Ends page features other parts of the adventure so far.


Skye and coos

Even if the journey’s short, going on a ferry always makes me feel like I’m on my holidays. Stepping onto the CalMac ferry to Armadale from Mallaig came when I was actually on my holidays but it was a voyage into the unknown, a trip to a part of Scotland I had never been to before. Our focus was to explore but more immediately to find breakfast, which hadn’t been immediately apparent back in Mallaig. Armadale wouldn’t oblige, with it being easier to buy clothing than any scran. The ferry had only a vending machine with only a couple of chocolate bars. Eventually we succeeded in Broadford.

The road to Broadford was suitably pleasant with views back across to the mainland and curving coastlines carrying the car forward. The ferry across had been great, not too long at 45 minutes, and it was possible to see the broadest sweep of the landscape, from the Knoydart peninsula to Skye itself and to Wester Ross. The drive brought some of this into closer focus. We also passed the Gaelic college, Sabhal Mòr Ostaig, a place I had heard about and may well end up studying at one day.

After brunch in Broadford, we drove a little way further up Skye, the road becoming steadily more mountainous and dramatic as we went. I had asked to stop and take a picture towards Raasay, an island just off Skye which had captured my imagination years ago when I first started to read Sorley MacLean’s poetry. The best view didn’t come at Sconser, where the ferry runs to Raasay, but further up the road and even from Duirinish on the Kyle.

We stopped at Kyle of Lochalsh on the other side of the Skye Bridge. I thought briefly about the political struggles about that particular bridge, the tolls once levied to cross it, and about the campaigner Robbie the Pict, who I remembered the Queen’s private secretary used to refer to as ‘Mr Pict’ when responding to his letters on behalf of the monarch. The views from the bridge were glorious and they were quite evident from Kyle of Lochalsh too. The railway station was also interesting, at the pier from whence the Skye ferries used to leave.

A diversion to Plockton, a picture-postcard village, took us through Duirinish, which really tickled me. Not just for its wonderful Gaelic name but also the views across to Raasay and the free-range cows and sheep which roamed the sides of the road and occasionally the road itself. Signs did warn of this but it’s quite something to see Highland coos and sheep actually blocking traffic.

This part of our trip brought a lot of books to mind. Some people see the world through films or paintings. For me, very often, it’s books. Driving from Newtonmore towards Fort William the previous day, it was Nan Shepherd. On Skye, looking towards Raasay, it was Sorley MacLean. At Kyle of Lochalsh, it was thinking of Gavin Maxwell and his otters, who were just across across the way from there. Skye is a place with considerable tales tied to it and around it. I was just keen to be there, somewhere different, and I liked it. I wouldn’t move there but I got why it was popular and it was all the better to approach it by ferry, the best way to travel.

Saturday Saunter: Persevere and autumn colours

Good morning to you,

This Saturday Saunter is being posted as I’m probably easing into the world gently after a lie-in. No football today so I’m planning on going to a couple of exhibitions in and around the city.

My travelling book today might just be Surfacing by Kathleen Jamie, which I haven’t got round to reading yet. It did come with me to Lochaber a couple of weeks ago but I didn’t get round to it. What I did read last weekend was the superb Constitution Street by Jemma Neville. It’s quite hard to describe, various parts social history and political call to arms. Despite ostensibly being about Constitution Street in Leith, it goes far beyond the top of the Walk or the docks in its content, going deep into the lives of the people of the street, their successes and hardships. I finished it feeling a little inspired, a little more hopeful about the world and the people in it.

It’s now Wednesday night as I write this as I completely ran out of words on Monday. Runrig is on in the background.

I was thinking earlier about Halloween. It leaves me a bit cold. It always has done so I really don’t care about it. I don’t go in for the cod-spooky Twitter names and guising and everything else. Halloween and Bonfire Night can bolt for me. I saw a story in the news last week that quite a high percentage of Scots would like to ban the sale of fireworks and I wholeheartedly agree. My earphones go in and music or Netflix goes loud. In my part of suburban Glasgow, there are a fair few folk letting off fireworks in the weeks before and after 5th November and they put me on edge. I don’t have anything against Halloween, however; I just don’t like it. Plus the oncoming of Halloween and Bonfire Night means darker nights and I don’t welcome them.

What I do welcome are the autumn colours of the trees and I just saw a beautiful picture of a very yellow Katsura Tree on Facebook courtesy of Dawyck Botanic Garden, down near Peebles. I’m off soon for about ten days and I’m going to make sure there is some autumnal garden walking over that time, maybe not at Dawyck but probably in the Botanics in Edinburgh. It feels like I haven’t been there in ages. The Edinburgh Botanics (as shown above) are special, a place I’ve been to think and celebrate the wonder of trees and whatever I’ve been reading or studying at the time. I haven’t been able to linger much in Edinburgh lately so a day or two in the capital might do the trick when I’m off.

Thursday was World Mental Health Day and I thought a little bit about what I could share to mark that event. Self-care is vital. Sometimes I’m crap at it. I find visual stimuli helps. My screensavers are useful for that. My work computer usually has a picture of Tranter’s Bridge at Aberlady Bay (above). I just changed my iPad tonight to the view from the campsite I stayed at the other weekend near Arisaig, looking towards Skye and the Small Isles. Before it was my favourite Glasgow view, from the flagpole at Queen’s Park. My phone screensaver was taken not far from there, the Time For Heroes banner displayed before the start of the 2016 Scottish Cup Final. I often look at pictures. I’m a very proud uncle so my favourite little people are often among them. It’s about conjuring up good memories, the best of those days to carry us forward.

Lately I’ve been walking to and from work, about three miles each way, and despite the heavy rain showers this morning and tonight, I get a lot of benefit from it, emotionally and physically. It gives me space to think plus it gives me exercise. My walk isn’t exciting – it involves crossing a railway and a motorway as well as another busy road – but my spirits usually lift on the way back when I look east and I see the Glasgow city skyline along the curve of the M8, towers, houses, hospitals and all life. I don’t linger long as the traffic is constant under my feet. But it helps me keep perspective and that can’t be underestimated.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 12th October 2019. The blog will take a pause after Wednesday’s Loose Ends post, which features Leith Links. I will be off and it has become traditional to take a blog break too. The Walking Talking blog will return on Wednesday 30th October with another Loose Ends post, which will again be in Edinburgh. Tomorrow sees another post from up north, featuring the Isle of Skye and some cows and sheep. In the meantime, be good to one another, have a good weekend, and remember these words, not far from Constitution Street by the Water of Leith:

‘So with the darkest days behind

Our ship of hope will steer

And when in doubt just keep in mind

Our motto ‘Persevere”



Loose Ends: Arandora Star Memorial Garden


The last Loose End was at the Caledonia Road Church in the Gorbals. My next mission was to find a place to write and scribble my notes. I crossed the river and ended up in the Arandora Star Memorial Garden, by St. Andrew’s Cathedral. It was only after I had finished my notes that I realised the garden linked neatly to Caledonia Road Church through religion, simple as that, even if Presbyterianism and Catholicism are rather different brands of Christianity. The garden was unveiled in 2010, a memorial to the 446 Italian internees on the Arandora Star, sunk by a torpedo off the coast of Ireland on 2nd July 1940. It is rather beautiful, the mirrored glass symbolising the destruction of the ship with a fountain in the middle. The glass panels bear quotes from the Bible as well as Dante and other Italian writers, some words in Italian, others in English. My first visit came a couple of Doors Open Days ago and there was a volunteer guide there, ready and willing to tell the story of the Arandora Star. There were various information boards around, talking of the history not only of the Italian community in Scotland but of Christianity and Catholicism in the city, and I read them, wandering amidst the glass.


As I walked, I thought of a favourite Proclaimers song, ‘Scotland’s Story’, which in an echo of Robert Burns says that we are all Scotland’s story and we are all worth the same. Our country was made by immigrants. We can do worse than remember that.

‘Scotland’s Story’ talks of an Italian immigrant who settled in Leith, which might be the destination for the next Loose End. Maybe Little Sparta, a place of sculpture much like these, or George Square, the place where protests and movements are centred. Those will be for another day. I spent a few minutes more in this beautiful and sobering place where those blameless people are forever remembered.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends post will appear next week. Loose Ends is a series and links to other parts of the series can be found on this page.


The first time I went to Doune Castle, in Stirlingshire, I was conflicted between my love of history and castles and my interest in Monty Python, the castle having featured in the Holy Grail. I’ve been back several times since and the castle love wins just about every time. I had the same sort of sense in Glenfinnan last weekend. I am a history buff, a lover of beautiful scenery, a train nerd, a very proud Scot and a Harry Potter fan.

The Glenfinnan Viaduct, which I crossed on a Scotrail train the following day, is a beautiful piece of engineering, certainly, and it conveys regular passenger services as well as steam trains, though it is probably best known for featuring in the film Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. It was the architecture for me, though, and nary a thought of a flying Ford Anglia crossed my mind. We walked up a path and there were a right few folk of many nationalities heading the same way to get photos. I got my own pictures and looked for a moment. I wasn’t thinking so much, instead just drinking in the scenery, letting my eyes follow the lines of the viaduct and the hills beyond.

By Loch Shiel stands the monument to the 1745 Jacobite rising. Charles Edward Stuart landed at Loch nan Uamh, near Arisaig, and his standard was raised at Glenfinnan. I get irritated at how Scottish history gets reduced to certain events and certain people, mainly men. It gets too romantic, losing nuance along the way. Glenfinnan is a busy place mainly because of the romantic history though it has a great beauty beyond the tartan stuff. The monument stands at the head of the loch and it is a dramatic vista, best appreciated behind the monument where you can’t see the bloody thing. We sat there for a few minutes, looking up the loch and letting the peace drop slow. It was possible to shut out the road noise and even the steady stream of others nearby getting their photos. A bit of Zen, right there.

Reaching Glenfinnan the next day, my train stopped by the Jacobite steam train. Many of my fellow passengers turned to the window and took photos of the train. I wasn’t fussed. I was just looking forward to crossing the viaduct, being able to appreciate the sweep of the landscape from a wonder of Scottish engineering. The scenic, beautiful and functional, all there in varying measures, all to be quickly seen before the gaze turns with the next bend. It’s why I love trains, Scotland and history and all at the same time I could be a lover of all of them at the same time.

Saturday Saunter: Stars

Good Saturday,

This is being started on Tuesday night. It’s not quite 8 and now dark outside. The nights are fair drawing in. It is very autumnal now, the leaves orange, yellow and falling in many cases. The light is that bit more intense and the temperatures cooler, particularly in the morning. As this is posted, it will be about 8am and I will be setting off for work so it might just be bracing. Luckily I walk quite fast so I’ll soon warm up.

There are many things I don’t really understand. Most kinds of science, much of human interaction and why people go out in public with ripped jeans. These are just a few. The world is a complex place and as you grow older, it only gets more complex as you gather more experience to compare and comprehend it with. I find that what helps me keep a natural equilibrium is to be out in the world, in wild places or by the sea. Even a city river can do the job if it has to. I had a very nice weekend last weekend up in Lochaber, camping near Arisaig. It was magnificent in many, many ways and we crammed a lot into the time, including a whole lot of driving and seeing some amazing places. One of the finest experiences, though, was the night we arrived. We had driven up from Edinburgh and got to the campsite just as the sun was really setting, as shown above. After a spot of dinner in nearby Mallaig, we got back to our tent in the dark. It was a clear night and the sky was scattered with stars. I didn’t know the constellations, the planets, that passed over my head but I didn’t care. For a few minutes I stood with my head up, feeling very, very small in a much larger universe. Living in the big city, I miss seeing stars. The next night was a bit cloudier but I was glad just to be able to look and forget earthly concerns just a while.

The Lochaber adventure will feature in a couple of bonus posts on the blog in the next few weeks. I know I said I wasn’t going to post on Sundays any more but I’m going to ignore that for the next couple of weeks!

In other thoughts, I’m beginning to think about how I’m going to spend a longer period of time off I have towards the end of October. A visit to Dunbar will probably happen, maybe a day or two away too. I have a notion for a trip south to Durham or maybe Liverpool. I will probably entertain notions of reading loads and manage very little. One place I want to get to is the Tramway, here in Glasgow, which is currently hosting a cool-looking exhibition by Nick Cave. I’ve seen pictures of it on the news and Twitter and at some point before 24th November I’ll need to go down there. Another place I hope to reach is Summerlee, which has an exhibition about Albion Rovers FC, closing on 27th October, right at the end of my time off. As ever, I’ll need to fit in some time to chill, sleep and do boring life admin. Plus studying, of course.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 5th October 2019. I will be back tomorrow with a Lochaber post. Wednesday will see the return of Loose Ends and it is back in Glasgow. Thanks as ever to all readers, commenters and followers. Have a very nice weekend. Cheers the now.

Saturday Saunter: Books, quines and bookshops

Good Saturday,

I wasn’t going to bother with a Saunter today. I’m away later to Edinburgh then camping up north for a few days but I realised that I would miss writing this post, even if replying to comments might not happen for a few days. As I write this, it’s Monday night and Skipinnish is in my ears at the moment. I sometimes go through phases when I have to listen to songs constantly on a loop and for the last few days it’s been a live version of ‘Loch Lomond’ by Runrig from their finale concert in Stirling last year. It’s on this playlist so I’ll probably be hearing it in a few minutes.

Scots is a language all of its own. There are many variants and dialects, even in different parts of cities, let alone different parts of the country. Many words are onomatopoeic, others are just better than anything in standard English, not that there’s any such thing as standard English either. My favourite Scots word changes regularly. I’ve written here about the east coast word ‘shan’, which I used to hate and now like. (It means thoroughly unfair or rubbish, incidentally.) Yesterday I was writing a story and somehow brought in a Doric word, ‘quine’, which means girl or young woman. The male equivalent, quite seriously, is ‘loon’. Being from the south east of Scotland, a quine would be a lassie, loon a laddie. Doric, spoken in and around Aberdeen, is beautiful if sometimes incomprehensible to a southerner like me. There are a few good books which bring the Doric, including Sunset Song by Lewis Grassic Gibbon, set in the Mearns, The Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd and a lot of Stuart MacBride’s crime novels, to name a few of my favourites.

Autumn is often a good time to catch up with good books as the nights draw in and the temperatures cool. I’ve already read my favourite book at least once this year, the aforementioned Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd, though I am overdue a re-read of A Far Cry From Kensington by Muriel Spark, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams and Notes From Walnut Tree Farm by Roger Deakin, some of my other favourites. As ever I have a considerable to-read pile, added to the other day with a couple of zines bought in Good Press Gallery, a cool independent shop off St. Andrew’s Square here in Glasgow. I think I’ll be taking Surfacing by Kathleen Jamie with me this weekend. That might be the right book to read on a West Highland night.

The other day VisitScotland were promoting Inverness’s own Leakey’s Bookshop on their social media. I was in Leakey’s in February – I wrote about it as part of the Loose Ends series, which continues a week on Wednesday incidentally – and it is a special place, powered by a warm fire and organised into something resembling, but not quite realising, order. It is in an old church, a Gaelic Church, to be precise, and I think there’s something to be said about bookshops in buildings which weren’t intended for the purpose, like Barter Books in an old train shed in Alnwick or the various rambling bookshops in old houses in Wigtown.

A quick Friday interjection. I would like to share another favourite Scots word, ‘telt’. It’s like the English word ‘told’ but more forceful. As in, Boris Johnson was telt by the Supreme Court.

Also, the blog has surpassed its numbers for 2018 already, which is nice so a big thanks to everyone for that.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 28th September 2019. October sees a change to two posts a week, Wednesday and Saturday, so I’ll be back on Wednesday with the September digest. Until then, have a very nice weekend. Peace.

Lanes of Glasgow

Glasgow city centre always rewards those who look around them. It is a place of considerable variety, with all life there. Some of it you might not want to see but anyway. Usually more interesting is the architecture. Lately I’ve seen some parts of the city centre which aren’t so familiar to me, heading to Central Station from the Glasgow Film Theatre, usually along a part of Sauchiehall Street then down Hope Street. A couple of weeks ago I was heading down to Central when I looked down a lane and saw fairy lights, a pub and a bit of street art. More recently I was making the same journey, this time in heavy rain, and the thought came back about how I’ll need to explore some of the lanes of Glasgow. This is the first of an occasional series which will do just that.

It was a sunny, unseasonably warm September Friday and I was in the West End. Ashton Lane and Cresswell Lane are particularly well known for their food, nightlife and shopping so I decided to write about them. Not my best move. The sunshine brought people out and it was hoachin’. Taking photographs, even moving along some parts of Ashton Lane was tricky. I felt powerfully out of place – walking, looking and taking photos – and around me folk were very often younger, smilier and carefree, enjoying their sunny afternoon rather than me trying to capture my surroundings. Ashton Lane had fairy lights between the buildings and it was nice in the sunshine, folk sitting drinking, talking, laughing. Vodka Wodka seemed superfluously-named: the second word was surely redundant in selling its specialism in potato-based booze. An Innis and Gunn microbrewery was also there though I couldn’t help noting that Innis and Gunn is an Edinburgh concern, maybe an Edinburgh takeover of Glasgow by stealth? The corner towards the back of the University was quieter and I could have been in Cambridge or somewhere, just in a back street for a moment.

As I walked towards Cresswell Lane a bit of street art was on the side of one of the buildings. It looked like a bug or animal had smashed against the building or a smudged superhero. Cresswell Lane had a wonderful mural on the side of De Courcey’s Arcade, boasting that it only had one tin of tartan paint left. I should explain for non-Scottish readers that asking for a tin of tartan paint seems to have been a joke to test the gullible in shipyards or other Scottish industrial premises. There were a few folk dining up here. The low buildings provided good shade, always desirable on a hot day for me, anyway.

Lanes of Glasgow will hopefully return from time to time. This was a good first one in the sunshine though maybe it might work better with the little lanes of the south side or the back lanes of the city centre, quieter but no less interesting.

Thank you for reading. Our next post will come a week today and it will be the September digest. Links to my Streets of Glasgow series, including the Sauchiehall Street and Hope Street posts, can be found on the Streets of Glasgow page.

Loose Ends: Caledonia Road Church


Via Govanhill, I headed from Queen’s Park to Caledonia Road Church, which I could see from the flagpole. It was only a slight diversion on my way back into town plus it is a structure I like a lot, being a sucker for decent architecture and a good ruin. The Caledonia Road United Presbyterian Church was burned out in 1965, serving its original purpose for over a century, designed by Alexander ‘Greek’ Thomson and completed in 1856. It has lots of stylistic touches, pillars and smart etchings around the doorframes. Railings kept casual onlookers out though a legal notice stood on the gate absolving its owners of any legal responsibility if folk took a closer look. I refrained. The church building was overgrown, weeds and shrubs were up and down the building. As I walked around the exterior, I thought about how different the cityscape would have been even in 1965 let alone 1856. I never tire of looking at the building’s fine details.


Any number of connections could result. Anywhere ruined, any church. I could see down the road all the way to George Square. I could even link to somewhere near a bus garage, the First depot being across the road. My notes for this post were written in the next destination, not too far away across the Clyde.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends post follows two weeks on Wednesday. Links to other parts of the Loose Ends series can be found on the Loose Ends page.

I have written about the Caledonia Road Church before, in a post about the church and also in the Streets of Glasgow walk on Cathcart Road.

Saturday Saunter: Eight things you might not know about me

Happy Saturday,

As this is posted, I will be walking to work. Yep, it’s one of those Saturdays. I’m writing this on Monday night, around 9pm, and it’s been a busy day. I seem to have spent a lot of my day talking, which is a key part of my job, to be fair. Now I am really content not to talk but to write instead.

I’ve been thinking a fair bit today about Dunbar, where I grew up. Usually that’s a good indicator that I may soon be paying a visit. This weekend’s out – I’m even missing the football tomorrow for a prior engagement in Glasgow – and next weekend I’m away up north. Following weekend might work. I was last in Dunbar just before my birthday and had a good walk along the Prom and out to John Muir. It was quite cool despite being late July but I liked the walk. After I turned past the skittery burn and headed back towards Dunbar, I looked back and saw East Lothian unfold over the fields, to Pencraig, Tyninghame and Traprain. Usually when I’m in Dunbar I focus my energies on one place in the area. Maybe this time might be out towards the East Links, a walk I last did last summer when I went out as far as Barns Ness Lighthouse then up Doon Hill. That was a gorgeous day.

Why Dunbar came to mind was an article I read on the BBC News website about how the people of Rutland, England’s smallest county, have resisted McDonald’s opening a restaurant in their part of the world. Until recently East Lothian must have been the only part of Scotland that didn’t have a McDonald’s. There’s one now in Dunbar, right by the A1 and next to Asda. It makes me giggle every time I see it because I grew up in Dunbar where trips to Asda, cinemas, big clothes shops or any sort of fast food that wasn’t a chippy, Italian or Chinese required a trip to Edinburgh, not to mention hospitals and most other public services. We would sometimes bring popcorn chicken or McDonald’s the 20 minutes on the train or slightly longer in the car from Edinburgh. Where I live in Glasgow, I can get these delivered to my door through a touch of an app on my phone. I can reach cinemas and big clothes shops within half an hour. I still find that a bit space age.

The other week I was nominated for one of those blogging award things where you have to answer a whole bunch of questions than ask a lot of other bloggers some more questions. That’s nice but I don’t have time for that. I’m about to study again and I work full-time. I write in bursts around what adventures I can fit into my life. Plus I regularly mention and celebrate other bloggers. What I can offer instead is a list of eight things you might not know about me.

  • I don’t drink tea or coffee – tea is okay but it’s a sensory thing. I like the smell of coffee but it is rank. If I have a hot drink, which I do maybe once a year, it’s hot chocolate, preferably with whipped cream which cools it down. I drink diluting juice or water, sometimes fizzy juice. I despair of the many events I go to which don’t cater for non-tea and coffee people.
  • One of my prized childhood toys was Buzz Lightyear – that probably ages me a bit. I still have my Buzz somewhere.
  • I carry two pens in my pocket almost everywhere I go – partly in case of stress so I can twiddle them or click their tops, partly because I’m a writer. Usually it’s one stylish in blue, the other more functional black. Today’s came from Paperchase and Zebra (bought in Morrison’s).
  • I once wanted to design football stadiums and drew them a lot – this brought about my continuing interest in architecture.
  • I’ve never finished a Lord of the Rings book – they go on for about a fortnight.
  • I don’t like sudden movement around me – that includes, but is not limited to, people, animals, bangs, lights.
  • I have voted for three of the four major political parties in Scotland – the other I would never, ever, ever vote for in any circumstances. Luckily that particular shower don’t do so well around my part of Glasgow.
  • My favourite number is 7. It’s a Hibs thing, it’s also a Harry Potter thing.

One last thing I’ve been thinking of is a quote from Peter McDougall, ‘Glasgow is not a geographical site, it’s a state of mind’. I just Googled it and amusingly one of the top results was my own Streets of Glasgow post about Virginia Street. A post from the Cheers, Govanhill blog made me think of it, about the various villages and districts that form Glasgow. It’s one of the many things I love about this city. In a few minutes you can be in another area. Each has its own character, its own architecture, words, feeling. Those who haven’t spent time here don’t get it.

Anyway, that’s us for today. Tomorrow is Loose Ends and it’s still in Glasgow at one of my favourite ruined places south of the river. Wednesday is about some Glaswegian lanes. Next Sunday will see a pause as I’m away for the weekend. Thanks as ever to all readers, commenters and followers. Have a lovely weekend, whatever you end up doing. Cheers.