Glasgow On The Run

On the metro heading back into the centre of Glasgow I got increasingly puzzled by the number of people getting on who wearing shorts.  Hardy lot I thought.  Eventually I twigged that there must be some sort of event on - finger on the pulse as ever.  It was of course the Great Scotland Run.  I headed to George Square with everyone else and also met up with R.  The atmosphere was amazing.  The race started a bit late and then I realised we were on the wrong side of thousands and thousands of people starting the run, for Queen Street station.  Slight panic as train left in half an hour, but with quite a detour I eventually made it on time.

I do like Glasgow.