Do You See?
Being a Charles Wallace Fellow at University of Stirling has been quite wonderful. So far it’s been walks to town and around campus when I’m not writing or revising. So, I hopped on to Scotrail last evening — Friday — and went to Glasgow, my first sojourn in bonnie Scotland. But it wasn’t a city tour, only meeting a few new friends. Writers, professors, revolutionaries. Oh, yes.
In Glasgow on Friday evening, the sky was grey and weepy, held together by industrial smokestacks ; the river was a narrow slice of mirror trying to clean it’s own face; the spires of Glasgow University brown flowers in the falling light.
A lone man walked a dog on what could be a wide fallow strip of land under the green bridge where we stood in the invisible rain.
Later, great food-drinks-conversation with new friends, especially A and B. The “C” comprised a bunch of Glasgow University folks I really didn’t know. But that didn’t affect me so much. Food was — spring salad, daal, breads, chicken nuggets, rolls and a generous dose of Marx and Hegel — delicious. A, B and I made some lovely conversation. Maltese punkrock in the background. Light rain outside.
I think it was wise to stay back. Reward: a scenic train ride back to my den in Stirling this morning.
Did I get any photos? NO! Why? I didn’t remember to. Blame English Ale. Something called Seven Giraffes. They’re the culprits.
Next time. Fo’ sho’.
POSTSCRIPT: I’m tempted to add this from Wikipedia. The verse is refreshingly modern:
The coat of arms of the City of Glasgow was granted to the royal burgh by the Lord Lyon on 25 October 1866. It incorporates a number of symbols and emblems associated with the life of Glasgow’s patron saint, Mungo, which had been used on official seals prior to that date. The emblems represent miracles supposed to have been performed by Mungo and are listed in the traditional rhyme: