This will be my final post about our trip to Scotland, but I
want to tie up some loose ends. A couple of people asked
which city we liked better——Edinburgh or Glasgow.
I was told there is rivalry between the cities. An old cartoon
postcard purportedly used to read “The only good thing to come
out of Edinburgh is the train to Glasgow.” yuk, yuk
If I had to make a choice, I think I’d choose Glasgow for another
visit. I feel like we didn’t have time to do the city justice. Another
time I’d spend more time “with” Charles Rennie Mackintosh—at
Glasgow School of Art. I’d go to the Botanic Gardens, I’d go to
the Glasgow Film Theater, established in 1939, and see an artsy
movie. I’d visit the old Cathedral, and the Necropolis. I would
go to the fancy new Glasgow Science Center with its gleaming
And I didn’t touch the shopping scene. We did walk by a clothing
store that had an interesting window display. At All Saints Spitalfields
every side of the store had these old sewing machine carcasses! You
can click to enlarge the photo.
Still, we did do a lot, especially artwise. And the Barras flea market
was fun—when we walked into the old building, the speakers were
blaring the old song:
“I’m like a rubber ball, Baby, that’s all that I am to you . . .(bouncy,
bouncy, bouncy, bouncy
–rubber ball cause you think—dah, di, dah, something true.” ♫ ♫ ♫
Have to get in a good mood with music like that! Unfortunately,
there weren’t any/many buttons, but I found some nice tartan ribbons.
The dealers were friendly and it was a beautiful day with
blue, blue sky. Later in a nearby antique mall, I bought a nice
little silver skate charm, and in a nearby FABRIC store!! some
yardage of this nice rose patterned Liberty of London fabric.
Our Sunday tour up into the Highlands was a highlight of the
trip. We left Glasgow early in the morning. Now, I know that
everyone has a great tour guide—-humorous, full of knowledge,
and so forth. But our driver/guide was outstanding. As we
rolled over the narrow roads, avoiding bicyclists somehow!
— he chatted away about Scottish history and made it
I’ll never forget his explanation of the old song “I’ll take the high
road, You take the low road”—how after Bonnie Prince Charlie’s
attempt to regain the throne for Scotland failed, the English
were going to execute all the “traitors”. But in the end, they made
the Scottish prisoners themselves decide who would live, (high road)
and who would die (low road). As legend has it, the speaker in the
song tells his friend to save his life, that he himself will make the
sacrifice and by so doing, might well be “in Scotland” afore him.
“But me and my true love will never meet again, on the
bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.”
Not a dry eye on the bus.
Look at the view from our first stop: Stirling Castle . . .
The tour continued to some countryside where I picked a little
sprig of heather. And to the southern shore of Loch Lomond–
not sure if that’s the bonnie, bonnie banks part–and then to
a whisky distillery. Sun bright all day–couldn’t be more
perfect weather, nor more perfect scenery. It was a lovely
farewell to Scotland.