Pitcher Plant, Botanic Gardens, Glasgow

A day of many parts. A hectic hour with the children before they went to school and nursery.

A short drive into Glasgow to meet Susan’s friend Alison and her husband Alan at the Botanic Gardens which commenced with the customary coffee and scones.

A grey day in August was not the best of days to visit. Not much colour around other than 50 shades of green.

Today’s blip was to be found in the rather splendid Kibble Palace, a marvellous glass and cast iron building housing, amongst the plants and fish these intriguing pitcher plants with their reflective cup of water? inviting unwary insects to their doom.

From there we walked to the austere, solid and inscrutable Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery. Very impressive spaces inside, plenty of attractions and exhibits but a rather overwhelming, haphazard and random collection of artefacts. I enjoyed looking at the various Glasgow artists, such as the Glasgow Boys. I’m not sure what story the museum was trying to tell.

A statue of James Locke provoked discussion about the nature of philosophy and philosophers which was amusing and kept reoccurring during the rest of the day.

We ended up back at Alison and Alan’s home for a great Indian takeout and more chat before tackling Glasgow’s torturous road system to get to the M8 back to Edinburgh.