With only a few weeks left until my return to Sweden, I decided to visit Bonnie Scotland, the country where I learned to be a teacher so many years ago.
My memories were of rough geniality, wicked dark humour and a freezing wind casting scudding clouds across the sky. So after booking into Glasgow Youth Hostel, I realised that this magnificent, gothic city no longer bears its grim nickname No mean City (apart from on Saturday night that is!). I suppose that title could apply to most British cities these days.
I can never remember such beautiful weather in Scotland and it was a real pleasure to wander around one of my favourite cities, listening to the wicked banter and outrageous humour. Certainly, the glorious sunshine adds to my happy ramblings and next week I shall cross to Edinburgh on my beloved Megabus, that has faithfully carried me around Europe and the United Kingdom.
I always know when my life is in a good condition. It is when the little things create an intense inner sense of well-being. Coffee in Byers Road, by the University. A walk down Sauchiehall Street amidst the throng. Hopping on a Megabus like an old Hobo and riding the dream. The fact that my clothes are wearing out, troubles me not!
While in Buchanan Street on Saturday I witnessed a display of outrageous, exciting, musical madness that brought to mind the issue of Scottish independence. The fiercely proud natives of this great nation are soon to be at the polls to decide. Whatever the outcome, I celebrate the right of the Scots to determine their own future; after all, can they really do worse than the compassionless Westminster Government?
Soon I shall fly from Edinburgh to Stockholm by Norwegian Air, on May the first, and concentrate on preparing ‘Free’ to enter the water again after the long, relatively mild winter. It is always a stressful time, especially the condition of all the skin-fittings which will have dried out. This means that there will be some water ingress until they expand again. Nothing like as bad as a wooden boat though. A friend of mine told me he could provide water for his friends’ gins from the leak in his dried out wooden deck!
Until Edinburgh, I wish you all well.
Mar sin leibh an dràsda. (Ta ta for now)