Not Paris or Venice – I took Ann to Glasgow to celebrate her birthday. It was a weekend of appetite and passion and curiosity, for which Glasgow is – despite the Edinburger prejudices – the perfect environment.
I chose a hotel called the Kirklee (here’s a nice satellite image)

It’s one house in a very odd red [...]

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Ever since Chernobyl, these gaiters have never been the same*
Yesterday Stu and I went up Beinn a’ Bheithir (something like bin a veer I think) on the summerest summer day of the summer so far – the day was hot and long and hazy and glowing and pulsating and sticky and gloriously summer.
I was out [...]

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