Baltic Clyde

A bit more spring like this morning and I planted a few bulbs (pink ranunculus), sewed some spring onions and cleared out the herb container. Yoga with Adriene (half moons) and several Gaelic units. I wish I had got the hang of Gaelic names when I was working in the Western Isles, easy to be confident when it’s too late. 
Took the train to Glasgow Central. The train was surprisingly busy with around half a dozen folk in the carriage, plenty of room for generous social distancing. Walked along the river to the Louisa Jordon, passing The Waverly and behind it the Queen Mary, which I blipped. It was bitingly cold. Well organised set up, no queue, and a very young dentist who gave the inoculation. I walked home across the squinty bridge (The Clyde Arc) then through Pollokshields and Maxwell Park, much nicer than my usual route along Eglinton Street and Shawlands.