Although I live out in the countryside I’m not very far from the city of Glasgow. Once a place considered rather grim and austere, now it is a vibrant city full of contrasts.
Built on the Clyde with variety in the bridges spanning the river. Crosses marking those fallen in recent warfare tied to the railings on on, another swings open to admit the ships sailing up the river.
Boats not just confined to the water, but bursting from the walls of old buildings, a proud relic from the past.
Swimmers in huge scale on the underpass of the Kingston Bridge. They dwarf humanity in their sheer size and power. The Commonwealth Games will be here soon.
Sidewalk cafes embracing our all too infrequent sunshine. This could be Italy, France or anywhere with romance in it’s soul.
Buildings old and new. Reflections of the past in the present.
Shop windows. My favourite display, Spittalfields on Buchanan Street. How many old sewing machines did they use for this huge display? It draws me in and amazes me with every visit.
Scotland is famous for her sweet tooth, and this old fashioned sweetie shop is a prize in the Merchant City. It takes me back with all the sweets of my past, Cremola Foam that made my Dad cough and splutter when he tried it once and once only, we loved the sickly stuff my brother and I.
An old building beside the river, don’t you love the sign. And flowers holding their heads up for the sun at the side of the road.
A wee trip to Glasgow today.
Hope you enjoyed it.