Sticks

Had another great day today. Started with a lazy long lie followed by a few simple household chores. I went down to the wool shop for an hour before heading up to Glasgow for the afternoon. I had an errand to run then we went to the west end to hang about til it was time to collect Carlos from work.

We wandered through the university before visiting the Hunterian Art Gallery, the main gallery was closed for refurbishment but the Mackintosh House was still open so we spent some time there. My favourite artistic period is 1880-1920 European Art so Mackintosh, and especially his wife Margaret McDonald, are right up my street with their stylised interpretations of nature. It's such a shame that the Mockintosh market has over-popularised and common-ised the distinctive designs, nut in the context of turn of the century Glasgow, they must have been mind-blowing!

After the gallery we had a wee wander down Creswell lane, Byres Road and Great Western Road before joining Kelvingrove Park at Kelvinbridge. It was nowhere near as cold as yesterday and with the trees budding it felt like a proper spring day. I was delighted that the children insisted on playing pooh sticks at every bridge they encountered, proving that they are both still young enough to enjoy childish pleasures.

This photo is a reminder of when they were wee, Freya and I were looking through old photo albums the other week and she noticed that all photos of Noah aged between 2 & 6 involve him holding up a stick or other object to the camera and smiling proudly, on the odd occasion when he didn't have anything to show off, he just held up his fingers with the same proud grin. He does still love to pick up sticks whenever we are out walking but now favours the more Gandalf-like staff, whereas Freya is imitating Noah in his younger days, when he was pleased with whatever he could find.

I hope their childish sense of fun lasts a long time and isn't over taken by teenage ennuie too soon.