“Living so far away from family I was excited that we were to meet my parents in Glasgow. They were enjoying a cruise around the west coast of The British Isles and Ireland, from Guernsey in The Channel Islands, which they know and love, right up to the Orkneys, which they really enjoyed visiting. Whilst we were on Bute last week they were in Dublin and since they were relatively close I waved to them and sent a text message to say hello.
Meeting them from their coach near George Square was problematic. I asked several people who were alighting various coaches,
‘Are you from The Oriana?’
‘No we’re with National Holidays,’ or ‘No we’re from Yorkshire,’ came the replies.
Eventually, after the heavens had opened and cleared away, we met on George Square as planned and headed first to The Willow Tea Room in Buchanan Street ~ a perfect spot for a light lunch.
What to do next with parents who are octogenarians? We had until 5pm so we headed for the open top bus, the perfect choice to see the sights but not tire the legs too much.
What a grand city Glasgow is, with so many beautiful buildings and such varied architecture from the last few centuries! The guide’s patter was interesting and though we were tempted to alight at many of the stops to experience galleries, a science museum, the Riverside Museum of Transport complete with tall ship, The People’s Palace or a plethora of shopping centres, we waited until The Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, nearing the end of our tour. Even then we had little time to discover the treasures therein but enjoyed a cuppa in the ambiance of the cavernous hall and browsed the exhibits on the ground floor before heading back to catch the bus.For ourselves we saw the trip as a taster for future visits to Glasgow when we will plan which places of interest to focus on at a time. Our appetite has been whetted, as has the look of numerous restaurants which might tempt us if we are celebrating a special occasion.
We managed to find the pick up point for the coach with ten minutes to spare and had an emotional farewell. As we waved to my parents their companions waved too in return, bless them. Was that a tear escaping the corner of my eye as we watched the back of the coach disappear?
Our last port of call before heading for the train home from Queen Street Station was The Pot Still which my hubby remembered from business trips nigh on thirty years ago. It took a bit of finding ~ the memory is a bit hazy so many years on ~ but he was really pleased to go in and sample one of the many whiskeys on offer.
A brilliant day. We will be back, Glasgow, I promise. Haste ye back, they like to say up here and we certainly will.”
Our recent trip just over a week ago highlighted some of Glasgow’s quirky sides. Here are a couple of photos of folks who made me smile: