The whole point of these walks is to explore..just to see what is there. The Forth and Clyde Canal suggested itself. And Curiosity decided we should find the spot where the Canal enters the River Clyde itself.
How what is so clear to one generation, the obvious truth etc becomes another generations bete noir!
The Knees had to have their walk. Decided to take them along the River Clyde, East of Glasgow an area new to me. The riverside path is flat, so they were allowed no moaning. Curiosity came too, but in no great hopes. However, within minutes we were joined by a delightful friend, Nonsense……In stitches in no…
The sight of the Maryhill litter brought it all back. No one watching, so gingerly picked up a few interesting pieces. Rather dirty, but who cares when you are 6 again?
The Knees and The Curiosity took a walk in Queen’s Park. Walk No 4.
Today’s children are sanitised. You might even say brainwashed.
They grow up in a world of antiseptic hand gels and an almost neurotic fear of dirt.
When you are ancient a wallow in nostalgia is a pure delight. For the last few days I have been doing exactly that in Scarborough in Yorkshire. You don’t know it? Then you should, a magical gem, a perfect Victorian seaside resort, arguably the jewel of them all. I fell in love with it at the…
