The furthest I got from base this weekend was for a quick look at GoOutdoors in Coatbridge where I met up with some chums. It’s interesting, a vast shed of wonder/horror*. Turns out some of the staff are familiar. That element, folk that know their stuff, could be the making of the place rather than anything that their head office down south does, or as is more likely, doesn’t.
The rest of the time has been spent with the girls, and quite right too. Today we went for a long walk along the canal and along the shore with a wee tourney around the Saltings at Old Kilpatrick. Holly was amazed by both the trees and the Erskine Bridge.
Wildlife was much in evidence, swans, ducks, moorhens, a watery mammal of indistinct specification, a crane and four young deer in the trees. They were far from home indeed. You can’t help but worry and hope they find their way back home over the A814, the railway, the A82 and the the barbed wire after that.
I’m not mentioning the crows and gulls seen as that would be stating the obvious along the lines of “I saw a downward gazing, pale faced skinny youth with a grey marl hood over his head traversing the shopping precinct in an urgent/directionless manner…”.
We also saw a Finnish Navy vessel heading downstream and more sombrely the floating crane used to lift the tug which capsized at Clydebank recently was also seen being towed back to base.
Came back to my folks for dinner and Holly had her first proper laugh out loud at a wee Pinnochio figure. She chuckled away at it for ages. With that, the weekend is over. It ain’t getting any better than that.
*delete as appropriate