I’m off for adventures in Glasgow. I’ve been promised, live music, markets and a big mountain. It’s called, well I can’t quite remember or pronounce it, so I call it ‘Buckle Etee Moo’, and I’ve packed my walking boots. I’m realistic so a partial climb will suit me nicely, plus saves my energies for rigorous drinking of an evening.

It’s nice to have a holiday. As interesting as house plans and cat related peace treaties can be, I feel a week away will be just what the doctor ordered. Doctor’s never actually prescribe holidays. How crap is that?

I’m hoping to see the sights, write and sketch surrounded by pretty scenery and most importantly spend some quality time with the fella, who for the past many moons has been bogged down in work. He grew up there so knows all the good bits and best of all saves me actually having to put effort into planning anything or looking at maps (they never fold up again).

Re: house plans, I’ve had more of an idea for the mural in the front room having seen the fire damaged ruins at NymansGardens. A beautiful place worth checking out. More to follow…