With a week left in the UK we rather hastily made our way from the Lakes District to Glasgow. We took probably the most expensive local bus out of Keswick which was evidently well worth the price for the free scenic tour through several tiny English villages. We chatted with a local who was also heading to Carlisle. He knew straight away that we were only passing through on the way to Glasgow as he assured us that Carlisle is “completely shit” – his words, not mine. We only saw the train station so I can neither confirm nor deny.
Glasgow was a bit of a blur as we stayed very briefly and I was still in a state of flu delirium. A quick summary of what we did/saw: more installation art that may have been wankier than previously mentioned arts, creepy mannequins in the Provand’s Lordship, enticing show rides at the ‘one week only’ carnival in Queen’s Park and discovered a nice retreat from the city right next door to our hostel.
Now on to Edinburgh. I could go on a David Krones tangent explaining how much I loved this place, but I’ll just post some photos instead.
We participated in a ghost tour (not one of the lame have-someone-there-to-jump-out-at-you ones) and learnt about legends, faeries and body snatchers.
Joe blended in well.
Discovered we have a soft spot for medieval cross dressing. Yes I am wearing my jeans with my runners. I have no shame these days.
Science is fun.
Did a little walking.
Saw some cute pups. One was very familiar…
After our excellent time in Edinburgh, we hopped on an 11 hour bus back to London. There we got to catch up with Laura and meet her little pal Harold.