So, a Scotrail train from Inverkip:
Again one little platform but rather swish compared to Falmouth!
We were soon reminded of the "west of Glasgow" caricature. Remember Rab C Nesbitt? 3 guys got on in Paisley and managed to make the whole carriage stink of smoke even though they weren't. Their accent was wonderfully thick and the only words you could easily recognise began with an f. Luckily, that word seemed to have a place in every sentence. To restore our faith in the Scottish diet, they were drinking Irn Bru; the full sugar laden gut busting version, not the strange stuff we saw in Dunoon. So nice to have the stereotype confirmed so strongly and even before we hit the city.
A good day wandering around town. Being fed up with writing "sorry about the image quality, our old camera struggled with this" in the blog, we had resolved to buy something better. Of course,"something" is easy to write. Deciding what "something" should be when you are not up to speed with digital cameras is hard. However, we had already taken advice from Norman (of Bobil fame) and an ex-colleague from Germany who is a real camera Profi. (Profi, for the non Germans = professional).
Of course, no one had the body and lens combination we settled for so the hunt will continue down south next week.
Lunch was a good find. We read the Scotsman newspaper in a coffee shop (no translations needed, perhaps after the SNP win the referendum this will change) and saw their top 10 restaurant reviews listed. Hence a visit to the Central Market Glasgow deli / cafe / restaurant:
Well worth a lunchtime stop but not a special visit to Glasgow. For that, there is No 16 (look on Tripadvisor) which sounds as good as it was years ago.
We'd forgotten just what great buildings Glasgow has, even if the ground floor of most now hosts a "chain" shop or a pub!
Think we need longer in the city to explore properly. If the weather is unkind when we return from "down south" that might just happen.
Patrick news:
Colin (yes, the alias for the 747 captain with his wise words on safety at sea) wondered if some of Patrick's errant behaviour was because we leave him guarding the boat when we go for jaunts ashore. Maybe more attention / inclusion would help.
We will consider taking him on the flight down south next week, as long as the BA rules don't insist on us buying him a seat too. Do they have fishy snacks on the BA refreshment trolley? Or will Patrick have to order another guinness?
