Princes Square and the Fountain

The ceilidh went well last night.
His Lordship put in a token appearance at the start and then scarpered, but did return somewhat later to give me a lift home.

I like to think that my dance forte in a ceilidh is Strip the Willow, at which I am usually an expert and can birl with the best of them. However last night we had a set entirely of women ( the men being welded to their seats as usual) and what with some of the so called 'women' wearing trousers, and some of the so called 'men' wearing dresses it became very confusing to know which people to birl, should you forget for an instance which side they had been standing on. However, despite that , and the fact that there are always people who haven't a clue what is happening and just stand in the middle of the set looking lost until someone gets hold of them, pushes them into place and twirls them round, we all got there in the end.

So today I had a trip through to Glasgow to meet daughter Lucy who has been left a ski widow as her husband and son #1 are off skiing in the Cairngorms. As the latter says, these have been the best snow conditions for the last 30 years, so we should take full advantage of them. It just means, unfortunately, that the women are left holding the babies for yet another weekend.

However it was a beautifully sunny day in Glasgow and after having coffee and cake in Princes Square, that bastion of middle class Glaswegians and visiting Edingurghers and catching up with family news, we promenaded up and down Buchanan Street and Sauchiehall Street. This allowed little Nina to promenade beside us at the end of a strap attached to her mini ricksack.
It's wonderful to see what attracts an 18 month year old: pigeons, balloons, the odd cigarette stub, and passers by. It was necessarily slow progress, but Grandma made her bus home in plenty of time.
A grand day out and a good -to -be- alive day ,as a friend is wont to say.