Friday 13th and a Skint Nose

Scotrail's profits will have risen this month thanks to my investment in their services; North Berwick on Wednesday, Stirling yesterday, and today, Glasgow to meet up with my two youngest daughters, Shipley Girl and Glasgow girl and of course granddaughter Nina aged 3+, she of the skinned nose in the blip.

We had coffee in that bastion of middle class Glaswegians and visiting Edinburghers, Princes Square, before adjourning for lunch to an Italian restaurant in George Square.
There was much quaffing of wine, twirling of pasta, and picking up of crayons from the floor, dropped by Nina.They had been supplied to keep her occupied whilst the grown ups talked; the Italians certainly know how to look after children.

With the stomachs catered for, it was time for a little bit of culture, and so we paid a visit to George Wyllie's exhibition in the Collins Gallery of Strathclyde. He is a master of alternative quirky thinking and it was interesting to see his smaller installations.

Then on to GOMA to look at Alan Dimmick's black and white photographs of the Glasgow art world, in which Nina and her parents figured.

It was an interesting concept to photograph the same stalwarts of the art world over a number of years and see the changing details in their appearance, and I liked the presentation with the titles neatly written in black ink on the white wall.

Before the train back home I was persuaded by Nina to go on the ferris wheel in George Square and see Glasgow from 400 feet up.
I have to report that the pigeons below looked tiny.