The funny thing about Glasgow is that I doubt I’d have ever paid it a visit had it not been for a chance meeting eight years ago in a Liverpool bar. (The encounter involved the man who would later become Mr Holiday Addict and was naturally set to an eighties soundtrack.)
I think I’d have probably done what most tourists seem to do and headed straight for Edinburgh, if and when I eventually got round to seeing Scotland. But the indecipherable* Scotsman I met that night in Liverpool gave me the gift of Glasgow, and who knew then (OK, fate clearly knew) that his hometown would be just my kind of city?
It turns out you can take the boy out of Glasgow (exactly what I did), but of course you can’t take the Glasgow out of the boy. And although we often venture north to visit his family, this time round we decided to make an effort to see more than just the faces we love.
So off we headed into the city centre for a wee walk around Glasgow’s beautifully bold buildings, before ending our day with a rather delightful dose of afternoon tea which I’ll tell you much more about in a later post.
I might remain entirely in debt to the city of Glasgow for my man, but as someone who loves to keep her head held high so she can look up at impressive architecture, I’ll always blame this city for being a perfectly handsome pain in the neck. Which is rather amusing, since sometimes my husband can be just the same (couldn’t resist that one)!
Anyway, Glasgow’s a stunner.
Have a look….
Have you been to Glasgow?
*You might think that’s a bit rich coming from a Liver Bird and you’d be right, because the truth is that with accents like these, it’s a miracle we ever managed anything resembling a coherent conversation in the first place.