Scotland

  • Once again, my trail has brought me to Glasgow to see Mum. The hiking boots and the rucksack went south and I came north. Just a Virgin train and the No 4 bus from Central Station and I'm quickly back in another world. I had said that I would come an...

  • I call Glasgow every evening. It’s just the same when I’m at home, the evening call to Mum. But, somehow, when I’m in London I don’t think of it as the Blighty Nightly. Well, when you’re actually in Blighty you don’t think of it as Blighty, do you? A...

  • Almost 4 weeks now, living in deep suburbia. Suburban sierra, you might say, but there again…… Blog blackout has been the inevitable response to the silent solitude of most days, broken up only by the afternoon visit to Ward 2, New Victoria Hos...

  • It’s cold, 4 below in fact, clear, sunny and still. The kind of day when Glasgow winks at you in a knowing way – knowing it’s looking its best. The sandstone of the West End, red and gold, just sparkles in the sunlight, its big, bon...