Well, not much actually.
Recently we were in Glasgow, visiting an old friend (a former lecturer of mine). She drove us to Wemyss Bay via Port Glasgow, where we caught the ferry to the Isle of Bute.
As I've said before, I think there is something special about Scotland's countryside in the drizzle, and here crossing on the ferry the weather didn't disappoint.
Look how the water rolls into the hills, rolls into the clouds, rolls into the sky.
There are no prizes for guessing where the stone comes from for Glasgow's fabulous tenements. That's part of the beach on Bute, by Mount Stuart.
These buildings are huge inside. Most of these have 3 public rooms, 3 bedrooms, a kitchen diner with utility room and two bathrooms with a study and lobby cupboard. And the hall inside each flat is larger than our entire flat here in London.
On Sunday we took a trip to Kelvingrove.
Where the best known piece of art is probably this:
Found at the end of this corridor...
Xfe is away at the moment. He's back in Israel until a week on Friday. I'll meet him in Paris for the weekend, then come back to London while he goes to Cyprus for another fortnight, sadly missing his birthday.