It’s weird that Glasgow could be considered south, but we headed south to Glasgow following the same route in reverse. The south had experienced significant rainfall which could be seen streaming down the mountains while we were on the train.
We also travelled over the ‘Harry Potter Bridge, which sadly does not appear as good as it does on the film. Honestly where is a green screen when you need it?
Happily Glasgow was drier when we arrived and stayed dry. Arriving from the relative peace and quiet of the highlands where all you could hear was sheep baaing, birds tweeting, and the kids playing outside, it was a bustling Saturday afternoon in Buchanan Street filled with shoppers, younger people and teenage punks. Asking Mr BG about this proliferation of Mohawks, piercings and leather jackets, he explained that Glaswegians tended to stay faithful to past musical and fashion trends of long ago. While this does tend to contribute to some great music coming out of Glasgow, there is also a time warp effect when you turn a corner.
Totally knackered, we opted for room service and went to bed early. Owing to being in a family room all in together, this meant the kids were asleep by 8pm and we followed around 8.30!
We had the option of spending £10 per person for breakfast in the hotel, or heading out to find brekkie. Heeding to Mr BG’s newly-found and cherished Scottish heritage, we headed oot and aboot to forage for breakfast. Considering that most shops and cafes don’t open until midday this proved to be a Herculean task. Desperate, we spotted a Maccas and had toasted bagels and coffee.
Next we hopped on a bus and headed to Kelvingrove Gallery and Museum. Built at the turn of the 20th century, it is a compact museum filled with stuffed animals, wonderful paintings, and designs from the Glasgow School, of which Charles Rennie Mackintosh is one of the best known.
The collection had been organised into 2 sections, Life and Expression. The descriptions and the way the collections had been arranged were aimed at a younger audience than usual. Artworks were hung lower to engage with littler people and on the observation that people stayed in from of pictures longer if they were able to see them. Artworks descriptions provided a explanation of what was happening in the picture. Still-lifes in the French art room were arranged together so you could see the progression from the Romantic period, through Impressionism, Post-Impressionism and Cubism.
A beach scene by Raoul Dufy was placed at a level where children could sit and look at it. There was a computer screen nearby where the kids could read an interactive book about the painting. The story about the painting had the kids guessing what he would need to take with him to the seaside, what colours to use to paint the scene, and had them thoroughly engrossed in the artwork.
We then headed backed to the hotel, via the shopping precinct of Buchanan Street, then after resting with the TV on (thank God for CBBC), we got dressed up for our last night in Glasgow.
The hotel restaurant and bar are tres swish with yummy dishes, desserts and cocktails. We can definitely attest to the sticky toffee pudding and warm chocolate fondant pudding 🙂 .
The following morning we headed out to breakfast at the Willow Tea Rooms, which had been designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. It was a real buzz to be there, but brekkie was okay. The tea was good, the pancakes were fluffy and filling according to everyone who had them, but my porridge was a bit odd- part runny, part lumpy,as if it hadn’t been stirred.
On checking out of the hotel, we mentioned to the staff our destination.’Oh Edinburgh,’ they sniffed derisively, ‘It isnae as good as Glasgow!’