Hyndland Parish Church

Back in Glasgow-passed the church where I used to go as a youngster-4 years perfect attendance.

My memories of it are Mum dressing me up in matching coat, hat and gloves and sending me off by myself (neither Mum nor Dad attended except for Christmas).

As a small child, the most fascinating thing was the fur coat of the lady in front of me, which I could never resist touching.

Have since sung here as an adult and it hasa pretty good acoustic.
Mum on top form puttering round M&S and then stopping for coffee. She loves seeing the dog, who just goes mad in her house. As long as she keeps behind the zimmer-she should be fine!