Gable End

The sun shone today in a springlike way and raised the temperature from icy to 8° in a matter of hours. With no wind, the jaunt into town to buy vegetables and indulge in a little retail therapy was completed without a scarf or hat. It was almost possible to believe that any winter chills and snows are behind us.

Glasgow daughter phoned and said it was even a lovely day there and with her husband down in Bath overseeing his exhibition she was going to take Ewan and Nina swimming and then exploring Kelvingrove Park. She is afraid to come to see me in case she gives me Covid - it still seems rife in Glasgow.

The Meadows were humming with humanity and activity as I trod the marches . It struck me that 2 weeks ago this would have been the scene in city parks in Ukraine and how so quickly it has become a war zone. It only needs one of Putin’s missiles to hit a nuclear power station for everything to dramatically change here too.
Our peaceful existence balances on a knife edge.

This blip is the gable end of one side of George Square. I would love to have a bedroom with one of those tiny windows at the top