We spent 3 nights in Glasgow on our way home, and loved it. As soon as we stepped off the train we were greeted by tall buildings, loads of concrete, and that wonderful scent…dirt! City dirt: pollution, litter, burger grease, vomit... you know what I mean. We have missed all these wonderful things so much since we’ve been trapped in the country and forced to breathe fresh air and frolic amongst the green hills. In the city there are no ticks or midges, but instead shops and a bagillion cafes and restaurants.
We loved Glasgow. They were in the throws of preparing the city for the Commonwealth Games when we left. The mascot…well…it’s as stupid as the Scottish uniform for the games. Which is a real shame. It could have been a Haggis.
Anyway, while we were there we visited the Necropolis (which we called the Necrop-pop-pop-olis), GOMA, The Lighthouse museum, saw the Police Boxes (which were very disappointing – covered in graffiti and full of empty boxes) and had a number of showers. Our bathroom had a squeezy bottle in it labelled ‘All purpose cleanser – hand wash, body wash, shampoo’. My hairdresser was horrified.
The scenery on the train ride from Arisaig to Glasgow was sex on legs.
