Daddy's Girl

The world takes on a different complexion when the skies are blue and the temperature is akin to that of the Med.

Breakfast was eaten on the patio, the paper read, and an unexpected chat through the railings with JustSitting who was on his quest to blip a cyclist with an old fashioned bike, complete with basket.
After my second weetabix, he returned triumphant, job done.

An assignment in the west to deliver the newly knitted cardigan to Nina saw us sauntering down Buchanan Street in the strangeness of a rain free Glasgow . Glasgow suits the sun and the people were out as skimpily dressed as was acceptable.

His Lordship and I always remark that Glaswegians on the whole look quite different to us in the East, and behave quite differently too: it's hard to remember the city is only 40 miles from Edinburgh.

They're a cheery bunch while we are a bit more reserved.
You are regarded with a lot of suspicion in the East if you actually talk to someone in bus queue, whereas you are considered very standoffish if you don't speak to the person standing next to you in a queue in Glasgow.

Princes Square is a must for a visiting Edinburgher and so we dallied there before heading to daughter #4's flat in leafy Dennistoun, there to be entertained by Nina all 2 years 9 months of her, but as sharp as a tack.

Some little girls seem to be born with an ability to charm the male sex and so it was with Nina, who put on a display worthy of an old pro. Needless to say, his Lordship was totally smitten. Good on you girl! That's what I call an achievement of the first magnitude.

And so back home to the Dower House and the beginnings of the assemblage of the Meadows Festival tomorrow. I hope the weather holds- a Meadows Festival without rain is most unusual.