Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Ode to Glasgow

A view I saw every day: Hillhead Street, with the library on the right and the university ahead.

Lately I've been reading 'In Search of Scotland' by HV Morton. It has been years since I've read this charming book, and not since having lived in Scotland. Though I may not agree with everything he writes, and he certainly wrote with an agenda, he does paint a lovely picture of Scotland. 

He describes Glasgow as a living, fascinating, wonderful creature, and after reading this, I had a happy glowing feeling at having been so blessed to have lived four years in this most wonderful city. 

Willow Tea Room, on Sauchiehall Street

So I thought I'd do a little ode-to-Glasgow post, because, hey, I can. One of my sisters is always giving me a hard time for giving my heart so entirely to Glasgow (we used to all love London to pieces and I just don't love London as much as I used to). I don't mind that I've lost my heart to Glasgow. The thing is - if you open yourself up to her, she'll more than meet you half-way. 

Trongate Church - now part of a theatre. 

The magnificent & beautiful Glasgow Cathedral. 

A view of the Riverside Museum from Govan.

I know that Glasgow has experienced a lot of difficulty over the years, most of which I'm sure I don't understand. Some stories I heard from the older ladies in my church gave me a little idea of the way people used to live - and still do, probably. I lived a sheltered life - in the West End as a student, so I'm sure I saw things through rose-coloured glasses. But I will say that I always felt safe in Glasgow, whether in Govan or the West End. 

Another view of the Cathedral - at Christmas-time. I always went there on or around Christmas Eve. 

The steps in my close.

Hillhead Street in the spring.