PEACOCK

Woke to my usual Monday morning sense of shame that once again the Professor had got up early with the bairn while I slept soundly. Spend a happy morning playing with Lego and running alongside the bairn on the cycle track (he does have the advantage of being on wheels!). Then off to Glasgow to meet a pal for lunch. The sky over the city was a flawless blue, making photography a job, and choosing a blip a hard task. Would it be the narrow ribbon of blue above the Lighthouse in Mitchell Lane? A silvery Victorian dome? In the end, the Princes Square Peacock won. I am not sure about peacocks. I suppose that is because of associating them with pride, but I understand almost every tradition has claimed the peacock as an icon and associated them with all sorts of worthy characteristics. Anway, here he stands, keeping his eye on people passing in and out of Princes Square, and saying 'Is that another handbag, jettygirl?'