We honeymooned in Scotland in 1998 and spent a wonderful 10 days exploring the Isle of Mull, Loch Ness, Inverness, Craithie, Aberdeen and Edinburgh. We became engrossed in maps and had dreamy conversations about other places we’d like to discover during annual pilgrimages to Scotland. Best laid plans and all… and for a whole heap of reasons we never did. Until this week when we spent a couple of days in Glasgow, the city we whizzed passed with no more than a glance on our way to Oban 11 years ago, before retracing our steps through Loch Lomond to a new destination in Argyll.
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– covered walkway between the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Centre and the Glasgow Science Centre on the Clyde waterfront
– banner hanging outside the Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery
– one of the floating white heads that grin, grimace and gurn from the ceiling of the entrance hall in the museum
– one of the many stuffed stuffed examples of wildlife on display
– welly dog made from recycled boots (forgot to note down who created the museum’s original but his clone is having lots of fun on an allotment nearby)
– the King of rock and roll in Glasgow museum
– relaxing in the oasis of calm that is Kelvingrove Park and a grey heron spotted on the duck pond.