12 days, three different parts of the UK and I absorbed the sensory delights of all three.
Outside the station and into the sunshine, where the start of my love affair with this vibrant cultural hub begins.
With a heavy heart, I heaved my backpack over my shoulders. “I love you,” I said hoarsely, taking one last look at her normally loving limpid pool eyes, which glowered disbelievingly back at me, daggers drawn and feeling like the biggest shit of all time, I slipped out the front door. Mental note to self...... Continue Reading →
Glasgow for a few days, before moving on to the Lake District for a week, then on to Harrogate, the place of Betty’s Tea Rooms and my birth.
Dreadful events around the world happen most of the time. Now much closer to home in Glasgow and just before Christmas. So the rest of us should remember just how lucky we are, whether we are with our families this Christmas or separated from them this Christmas, for whatever reason. Our love and thoughts must... Continue Reading →