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A Sunny Day In Glasgow

In which we return to Scotland for the first time in a few years


When I looked out of my hotel window, I remembered why I missed the place. In a tower block above Charing Cross station, the random architecture of the city looked lovely in the early morning light. To the west, I could see the spire of the university.

I sprawled across the hotel bed. An enormous thing, it took over the entire room. I was alone in my bed that night, so I laid right across it diagonally, just because I could. An awful lot of things over the weekend, I did just because I could do.

Not bothering with breakfast, I showered, dressed, and wandered across Blytheswood Hill, up St Vincent Street and down towards Central Station. Glasgow always seems slightly American in flavour to me, with its city blocks, the street plan ignoring its hills, its urban motorways slashing through the city and over the river. It makes it awkward to navigate, though, if you can’t remember street names. I found my way without too much trouble, though, down towards the station. I was scared, and excited, but I wasn’t scared for very long.

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4 comments on “A Sunny Day In Glasgow”

  1. Pam says:

    I live in Charing Cross.

  2. Forest Pines says:

    If I’d known I’d have waved! We were staying there because we were off to a club on Sauchiehall St.

  3. Forest Pines says:

    It’s not a well-known one – to be honest, they don’t advertise their location.

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