Cute, eh? Check out the sporran on the front
Mix of the old, the not as old, and the new
Taking pics of the other tourists taking pics
Quite a sordid and bloody history if the Scottish man who stopped to translate for me is to be believed. Public hangings and floggings apparently
Sensing a theme?
Glasgow Cathedral. Read more about it here and here. I can't say enough nice things about the Historic Scotland staff, they were incredibly helpful and friendly and even took the time for a long chat (I learned quite a bit about the Glasgow-Edinburgh rivalry, lol)
Construction is ongoing but also as unobtrusive as possible
Even on a dreary overcast day the colors are gorgeous
Can you imagine this being your church?
They were very dapper and scholarly
Looking towards the Necropolis
The red car certainly stood out
Memorial of the Glasgow Necropolis bridge
Hopefully you can read this by enlarging the pic, if not go here
I found the architecture of the memorials and graves quite fascinating
Looking at the cathedral, check out closeup of monument in next photo
Scottish Lyrics to "Wee Willie Winkie"
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Up stairs and doon stairs in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the a' the bairnies in their beds, it's noo past ten o'clock."
"Hey, Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben?
The cat's singin' grey thrums to the sleepin' hen,
The dog's spelder'd on the floor, and disna gi'e a cheep,
But here's a waukrife laddie that winna fa' asleep!"
Onything but sleep, you rogue! glow'ring like the mune,
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spune,
Rumblin', tumblin' round about, crawin' like a cock,
Skirlin' like a kenna-what, wauk'nin' sleepin' folk.
"Hey, Willie Winkie - the wean's in a creel!
Wambling aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel,
Ruggin' at the cat's lug, and ravelin' a' her thrums
Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he comes!"
Wear it is the mither that has a stoorie wean,
A wee stumple stoussie, that canna rin his lane,
That has a battle aye wi' sleep before he'll close an ee
But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me.
Looking out over Glasgow
We have Mr. Tennant to thank for our bright whites, he patented bleaching powder
Loved this twisted tree
Yes, this really should have gone up at the start of the necropolis pics