
Today we were going in to Glasgow for a bit of fun and to hear a man singing.
First Scamp had her first FitSteps class in a few weeks and by the look on her face it had been quite exhausting. Kirsty sometimes get a bit carried away with her keep fit class and what better day to get carried away than the first day back ‘at school’.
I decided we should go to Glasgow in the car. Buses can be a bit hit and miss in the summer, so, better to use transport you can rely on … ours.
The road to Glasgow was extra busy today, then Scamp said that today was the first day of “Glasgow Fair”. Years ago when I started work, Glasgow Fair was a week or sometimes a fortnight long and almost every works shut down for those two weeks. Now it’s not nearly as stringent a rule, but still some people keep to the old ways and have two weeks off in the middle of July. Maybe Scamp was right and maybe all these cars were heading to Glasgow or Edinburgh airport to get away for a while.
We got parked fairly easily in the JL car park which tended to add weight to Scamp’s theory. We walked down to the two or three streets that were cordoned off for the Festival, but we were too early. We mingled with the thin crowds who, like us were waiting for the fun to begin.
We decided a coffee and a panini would help pass the time. Scamp wanted freezer bags in a wholesale shop too, so we got those further along the street. By the time we got back the clowns were out as were the Scottish Ballet team and a couple of giant moving statues. A bloke who I thought was part of the show started a conga line and lots of folk joined in. The line was held together with old aluminium folding seats. Then the bloke gathered the seats up and stashed them before climbing up a niche in a wall with his feet on one side and then he managed to squeeze his back into the other side before edging upwards to a balcony easily two storeys above. We’re not sure now if he was a performer or just a nutter, because he followed the balcony round and disappeared round the back of the building! Weird!
Scamp found an old friend from Salsa days and stayed talking to her for a while. I was waiting for Finlay Napier to begin his hour long slot. I didn’t think Scamp would enjoy the music, but I was wrong. She likened him to Michael Marra a much lamented Scottish singer-songwriter and I could understand why.
When he was finished, we walked back to the car, but first Scamp wanted to look at a skirt, so I wandered round the Buchanan Galleries until she came down the escalators with a big fancy dress box and a big smile on her face. I had a smaller box and a smile on my face too. It was a rechargeable hand held fan I’d been looking for, for weeks. Of course it wasn’t for me, it was for Scamp. I think she liked it.
We drove out of Buchanan Galleries into a solid wall of cars. It took us over half an hour to clear about 100m of congestion before we could insinuate our way on to the motorway. I’d hate to have to do that every day.
PoD is one of about a dozen photos I took today of a man up on a cherry picker finishing off a graffiti portrait of a girl on the five or six storey gable end of a building. Amazing to watch.
The computer is still complaining and running really slow, but at least it’s cleared its own congestion in iCloud Drive which I couldn’t do. Amazing things Apple hardware can do.
Today was dry, but very close and clammy. Tomorrow we are forecast for rain and thundery showers. I don’t think we’ll be driving far tomorrow.