The Holy Loch

Down at Port Glasgow for my tea today and did a wee bit of blip wandering. Got up to Bouverie to find that it has been closed off for demolition. I put the photos I took of the street here.
There was an ominous sky that suited the creepy feeling of this iconic block of tenements being utterly empty. The life that has been lived there is over. All the stories will remain as long as people have tongues in their heids, but the tenements themselves will be gone. It just felt a bit indicative of the way Port Glasgow has gone into such post-industrial decline. Sure, there is the new mega Tesco, but we used to build things here. We used to make. Now it's all retail and service industry. A part of the character of the place, and all these shipbuilding towns and city of West Central Scotland has gone.

I walked along the waterfront afterwards. The sky didn't know what clothes to wear. Wet weather or fine weather. It kept changing its mind from one to the other and back again. It did create some lovely brooding light though. The Clyde rippling like mercury, the clouds draping catafalques of rain up and down the firth. Today I had an umbrella so could enjoy the spectacle. The problem was as soon as the sky dressed itself in one guise it soon changed its mind back to the other.

And so to a brooding and clammy ascent through the cemetery and a delicious tea.