The Belly of the Beast-ly Clouds

A slight bit of mid day fog on the way up to St. Andrews. I imagine there would have been a good view from this bridge but I don't mind substituting for eeriness and mystery, it is October after all.

Shepherds Pie Is Not the Subject

I saw a church with tables outside and a sign for a café but strangely I didn't investigate further. My failure to do so is the most disappointing thing so far. Was the church fitted into a very gothic restaurant? I shall never know... that is, until I walk the two blocks from my flat to visit again.

A very soft clickedy-clack clickedy-clack clickedy-sqeeeel is what I hear every few minutes since the subway line apparently runs directly beneath this house.

Pedestrian only streets are fantastic and should replace all roads worldwide. Says the man who doesn't own a car.

McColl's is a chain of small shops... so close.

Here's a (short) poem:

Sun broke through grey clouds today
Only shone ten minutes
best you can hope for they say
Even Glasgow has limits

Post 01: Return of The Blog

Intermission

If you've read this far then you should know that you're about to venture into my old posts about Africa... This is fine but you might find it to be confusing and unrelated to the Scotland era of blog posts sort of like bogged down jellyfish and some lampshade stew.

Wait Small, I’m Coming!

… translates from Ghanaian English to: “Hold on a second, I’ll be right there.” I still laugh every time someone says that but I won’t be hearing it much longer, my flight leaves in a few hours. Thanks so much for tuning in and reading about my life for the last 5 months, I look forward to seeing everyone stateside!

-Alan