Day 29 Walking into one of Britain's great cities.
Trip Start Jun 12, 2010
147Trip End Nov 18, 2010
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With Gerry and Shona
We bid farewell to our charming host, Ellie, after a nice breakfast, but not before she had brought a laptop into the dining room and offered us the chance to blog. So, uploaded all our remaining photos and set off with that extra warm feeling of satisfaction. We got no further than five mins down the road and went straight into Costa Coffee for a flat white (not a good one) with our new best friend, John
The vagaries of the long distance walkers routine mean you are never quite sure of your timings of how the day will unfold. After coffee it was 10.50 and we agreed we really should get going, so we did. We did the official sign in with dear Callum at the Information hut to say we had completed the WHW and where we were headed next. Then it was off. Well, at least as far as Tesco's where Callum had advised that John could get the best breakfast in town. John, having finally used the tent he has been carrying (all the talk of hard, tough Yorkshire men was called into question by John talking all day on a walk of camping only on arrival to check into a hostel or even a B&B) he now needed breakfast. This was quite okay with us and we trawled the aisles stocking up on a few more bandaids and our two apples. Then finally, we bid farewell to Milngavie and by now it was nearly 11.30.
Walking out of this suburb of Glasgow, heading towards the great city centre itself, we were plesantly surprised by our surroundings. Not the endless rows of suburban housing we had expected, but green countryside with cows grazing and a delightful river meandering by our side. The river is the Allander and that leads into the Kelvin, which leads in a lovely winding, relaxing way into the very heart of Glasgow
After lunch we carried on, following our lovely riverside, seeing so many signs of Glasgow's imperious past. This city we learned, was for some time known as the second city of the Empire. It's fortune originated with the tobacco trade when it's great port became the entry point for most of Europe's demand for this product
Too soon we were bidding farewell to John who was off to the Youth Hostel and we carried on right to the riverside of the mighty Clyde, where the Exhibition Centre sits doing an imitation of the Sydney Opera House. We were elated to be here even though Debby was once again buggered! It was 4.30pm and we had covered 22kms in some of the warmest weather we had so far experienced on our trip. By now we had called Morag's sister Shona and we were comforted that she and her husband Gerry were winging their way to us to whisk us to their home for a well earned rest. Well, Shona had different ideas. Immediately these people that we had never met were very friendly and proceeded to give us a tour of their lovely city. So, off we went on another 3kms around the centre. At least now we had stored our backpacks in the boot of their car. The surprising thing was we lifted and indeed we realised this was just the best thing that we could have done