West George Street

I left work at 7.15pm, and headed to Queen Street station where I caught a train to Maryhill, walked half a mile to pick up my bike, then cycled home beside a highly agitated River Kelvin, which made a deafening roar as it passed under each bridge.

Because one bank of the river belongs to the Botanic Gardens which closes at sunset, I was forced to take a more hazardous route across a meadow flooded so extensively I could swear it was tidal. Jeans and trainers are not the best things to wear in such conditions.