Walk to Work

I was in the city centre really early as the bus zoomed over the M8. Rather than sit in the office before the official slog began, I decided to chill out at the Clyde riverside.

It was nice just to watch the world pass by as they hurried into work over the Squiggley Bridge, little matchstick men and matchstick women marching towards their destinations, North to South, South to North. Leaving their little matchstick cats and dogs at home ...

Perhaps that's taking it a bit too far?