A Wet Day Out

Possibly one of the nastiest weather days this year and I was hell bent on making it to Glasgow on the bus. There was heavy sleet as I walked down to the bus station at 7am, not really sure that the bus would leave on time given the appalling forecast for the central belt, but leave it did, on time, and robustly splashed it way through flooded roads and slush and snow lying on the carriage way west of Whitburn.
I have never seen the indifferent countryside between Edinburgh and Glasgow look so pretty, with the conifers bending gracefully under their load of snow and the skeletal trees outlined with white horizontally blown snow.

Th magic disappeared abruptly on the wet pavements of Glasgow, but it was all warm and cosy with scones and coffee in John Lewis as Glasgow daughter and I whiled away 2 hours waiting for Nina to finish her Glasgow Orchestra practice in the City Halls.
With the rain refusing to let go its grip, we paddled on streets like river beds to treat Nina to a mocktail at the Anchor Line restaurant near George Square- the French frîtes were of course a mandatory extra.

And then home on the bus with an extra meander through West Lothian as the M8 was closed at Whitburn because of a bad accident.
It is nice to be back in a warm house looking out at the dismal, wet and misty Meadows. To think we had summer weather 3 weeks ago........

My blip is a mural on the end wall of a building in the Merchant City