The horses that once lived at the stables that used to be part of Mar Hall probably couldn’t give a hoot (or a neigh) that their accommodation was so well finished with a gold clock and a weather cock. It’s now the Erskine Reid Macewan conference centre.
I’m not a Tolkien person at all, but I do think I’d feel quite at home in the Shire of Middle Earth. I took this on my way back from Port Glasgow. Renfrewshire looked very like there would be houses with round doors around the corner. Posted with Blogsy
This arthropod joined the breakfast melee this morning, spinning silk from the cupboard by the dishwasher. We watched it scrabbling up the web, slipping back, then climbing again. I could draw some kind of Robert the Bruce in the cave persistence parallel, but I won’t. Posted with Blogsy
