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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, September 30, 2005
    Glasgow - going with the flow

    I've been on a walking holiday. Walking in Glasgow. Walking so far from district to district that by the third day my feet throbbed. They still ache a bit, from my various journeys of discovery in this epic city.

    Highlights, pictured above and below: the beautiful green Kelvin valley, wide and winding down to the Clyde through the University district, and the vibrant, raucous Gallowgate, heaving with folk shopping, shouting, singing in overspilling Irish bars, as I walked it en-route to Parkhead (or Paradise as the Celtic supporters call it) - for Celtic 2, Inverness Caledonian Thistle 1 last weekend.

    People say that the M8 has destroyed Glasgow, slicing through the heart of the city. Maybe it has taken something valuable away. But when I passed over it at Charing Cross and under it Clydeside, it just seemed like another flow. To me the city is enriched by a number of flows which define it - the flow of water, deep green Kelvin and sky-wide Clyde (and the sheet of sheer rain which drowned us on our ten-minute walk up Shields Road, Monday); the flow of shoppers, shouters and singers in Sauchiehall (mainstream), Byres Road (alt. / indie) and Gallowgate (rock and bleedin' roll); the flow of traffic, through the Great Western Road and M8; the flow of the Victorian dead, uphill above Glasgow Cathedral at the Acropolis; and the mystical underflow of the inner and outer tube lines. I dipped my toe into all these streams this week; liked each; shall return.