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... in 1900.
And then the city fell on hard times during the
de-industrialization in the decades after World War II. I’ve read guidebooks
that speak very highly of Glasgow, its attractions, and its vibrant cultural
scene, but I’ve also seen a lot of news and read many newspaper articles over
the years that made the city sound like some kind of British Detroit with a
down-and-out working class, high unemployment and welfare dependence, slummy
... money left on my printing card in St Andrews to print off my boarding pass, I decided I would just check in at the counters, which I can normally avoid since I don't usually have checked luggage to drop off. As I approached the assigned counters there was THE LONGEST queue I have ever seen for the counters and I had one hour until boarding - way to go Emily... But new-and-improved me reminded myself that there was absolutely nothing I could do about the ...
... to see the viaduct from the Harry Potter movies where the hogwarts train crosses and the Fors Anglia flies over the top. From the carpark you don't get the full view but we were prepared to hop the fence and slush through a paddock for a better view like others. We passed through Fort William and up into the Glencoe ranges - stunning! We stopped in the Loch Lomond national park for lunch and had to move in doors as we were baking in the 22 degree sunshine. We left the highlands ...
... Steves' walking tour forced us to look up and witness Glasgow’s beautiful buildings. Even the water tower was beautiful. The rain was relentless. I found myself becoming sight-seeing weary and ...
... in the cathedral. Large gaping stone mouths where stained glass once was. Graves filling the grounds of the original floor plan. I day- dreamed while walking in between the tomb stones that I would feel a rapping from the ground below, and a muffled voice shouting “keep it down there, we are trying to get some rest. Bloody tourists.”.
We hand lunch at a small café and Nan continued touring us through small coastal villages with cryptic Gaelic sounding ...