The Thin Red Line

BB and I popped through to see The Glasgow Boys show at the Kelvingrove Gallery, well when I say popped, more like crawled as it took us one and a half hours to go 40 miles by car.

I also managed to forget my cameras, wallet and note books, so the ides of a polaroid day bit the dust.

The show was packed and as we arrived so late, it wasn't worthwhile waiting in the queue.

Things were not looking good.

Then we discovered what a great place it is. The only gallery I've been to where they want you to take pictures, talk in a normal voice and they've even got little fact books next to by some of the pictures so you can have a really good look.


Just a great day out