Glasgow

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We'd booked our flight to Glasgow some time ago, flying good ole ryan air from Charleroi, à la 'Brussels South'. It could also be called 'Paris North', being well beyond the precincts of what is generally considered 'Brussels'. Flight was pretty uneventful, and we were met at the other end by Mr Meston who accompanied us back to their home town of Prestwick on the trains.

The Meston-Buntings have themselves a nice little setup - cosy comfy flat within easy walking distance to the subway, trains, cafes, shops and many, many charity shops. With Ali's wise guidance as to which were worth a scrummage, and which were crap, I found myself a lovely m&s coat. Ali also picked up some funky bowls, which had almost immediate use entertaining her guests. Jock showed great patience with the many detours into shops, giving only a hint of the unfunness of it all with the occasional brow-raising look - that any familiar with him would be familiar with. Friday night we gorged at the nicely named restaurant 'Roast at Bubbly Jocks'. Dessert was unnecessary, but accomplished.

After a lazy start to Saturday (scoffing on Jock's home-baked fruit bread) we popped down to the local fortnightly Farmer's Market to get dinner supplies. Lots of yummy temptations there - including a rainbow supply of potatoes. After, we headed into Glasgow central, aiming for the Green Fair at Glasgow Green (a park). Unfortunately, Ali had misread the advertisement in the paper and the Glasgow Green Fair was not at Glasgow Green, but at the Greens headquarters. But all was well... we checked out the city, did a spot more shopping en masse, then Ali and I deposited Jock and Jamie at the beer-créche and did more shopping. For dinner we (well Ali) cooked up a bloody fantastic roast chook (corn fed free range, well-lived one we'd picked up that morning) - accompanied by some Elderflower wine

Sunday was another attempt at attending a fair - taking the low road to the French Fair at Loch Lomand. Again, luck not on our side in that the advertised dates were wrong. However 'twas a bonnie site to be sure. We called in to Stirling Castle on the way back. Opted out of the 8 pound entrance fee, but enjoyed some splendid views from the carpark (which also had 2pound fee).

In the evening we went along to a short film festival at The Arches. Not a particularly rivetting collection of films, most a tad self-indulgent, but not too bad. The sound appeared to be turned up to the max., which was a little distracting - for me and for widget, who got pretty active.

Monday morning we sent Jock off for his first day at his new job - looking spiffy in his suit.

Then Jamie and I caught train, train, plane, bus, and automobile home. I did spend a few minutes thinking about (ie griping) the rigamorole of getting from A to B, then realised just how much we can take for granted these days - that we can even travel from Chez Osborne to Chez Bunting-Meston well within a day is a pretty amazing, and handy, possibility. Thanks again to our wonderful hosts - we had a most enjoyable time!