I got the bus to Glasgow to meet up with Alex for a photo walk.
I’d arrived early and managed a walk round a few of the buildings near the bus station. Since Glasgow is built on a series of square blocks, nobody would ever get lost there. It’s a comforting thought, especially late at night or after one has consumed a generous amount of alcoholic beverages. Not that I had time for that pursuit and anyway, it was a Wednesday and being a weekday, drinking is not allowed in this family on a weekday.
I walked back to the bus station and met Alex, then we wandered down to the nearest Nero and had a coffee and a catch up. It had been about a month since our last walk, so we had a lot to talk about. Since the weather was still good, we chose to walk down Buchanan Street. Stopped in at the Clyde Walkway to see if there were any good bits of graffiti there to admire and then walked on to shoot more shots of the riverside Cathedral. By then it was pizza time, so Alex had his usual Tuscan Fennel sausage with tomato, mozzarella and olive oil. For once I went off piste and had Tomato base with sliced ham, rocket and grated cheese. We sat and talked about cameras, computers, photo management and lots of other techy stuff.
When we left the pizza place you could feel the light failing and night approaching. Alex had a couple of tries at some graffiti on a wall nearby, then we trudged our way up the hill to the bus station. We promised ourselves another meeting in a couple of weeks.
For once, I walked round to the stance for the Cumbersheugh bus and there it was with the last few passengers just boarding. It’s not like me to be lucky with buses, but I was today.
Back home Scamp was talking to Hazel and I joined in towards the end. We heard all the news about Epsom and roundabout. I promise Hazel I’ll wear the duck sweatshirt tomorrow and I’ll have a photo to prove it!
Dinner for Scamp and me was Scotch Broth made by our next door neighbour who always says she makes too much. I think she’s just showing off her soup making skills. I must bake some bread for her next week, just to show our appreciation.
PoD went to a Glasgow pigeon ( usually called a Doo in and around Glasgow ) all fluffed up to ward off the cold winds we are about to get
Hopefully dancing tomorrow if the weather is open.