Some modern architecture is simply an eyesore, a bizarre self-indulgence on the part of the architect, but some, like the new Museum of Transport in Glasgow, is breathtaking. The view above is of the side of the building facing the River Clyde. The picture below shows an aerial view of the building:
Isn’t it stunning? I love it. In my opinion it is a beautiful building.
OK. So what has this to do with Christmas? I’ll tell you. Peter and I have just spent a few days in Scotland. We booked a ridiculously cheap coach trip to visit Glasgow, Loch Lomond and Edinburgh. We like to take an occasional trip such as this, purely and simply to recharge our batteries, and, my goodness, this one certainly did that. I could feel the tension ebbing away and the relaxation gently taking its place. Sheer bliss!
We travelled up to Scotland on Monday and returned on Friday. There were excursions arranged for each of the intervening days. On our trip to Glasgow, our driver offered to take those who were interested to the new Museum of Transport and then drop them off in the city afterwards. We opted to do that. I enjoyed the visit to the museum, except
that part when I saw toys that my sons played with were on display as exhibits. Talk about feeling old!
In the city we visited the Willow Tea Rooms then wandered through the city streets. We heard the sound of drums and decided to be nosey and see what it was. Wow! Wow! Wow!
The drumming was coming from an open-air performance by Clanadonia. There were four drummers and one chap playing the bagpipes. Now, I’m not particularly fond of the bagpipes but I love drumming and the whole thing sounded terrific. It was an amazing sound.
Thursday saw us travelling to Edinburgh, one of my favourite cities. However, we didn’t have any time for sightseeing as Peter’s brother picked us up and took us to his home, about fifteen minutes’ drive from the city centre. There we had a delicious lunch and spent a relaxed few hours with Peter’s brother, sister-in-law and two of his niecelets (Peter’s word, not mine!), before being driven back into the city to join the coach for the return journey to our hotel, laden with gifts. A lovely day! (I must offer humble apologies to Marianne and John that we did not have time to include a visit to them. We are both very sorry and will try to come and see you soon.)
Friday saw our return home, still feeling relaxed. I wonder how long that feeling will last! But, in the meantime, this week has been the perfect preparation for the Christmas period.