|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.|