Driving down to Glagsgow was by way of Loch Lomond, immortalised in the only Scottish song (by someone other than the Proclaimers) we knew: something about taking a low road, and getting there quicker. Again, a very picturesque and scenic place. Scotland is very nice to look at.
We stayed at Cairncross House, a student hall of the University of Glasgow. We had individual rooms (good in terms of Cathy's snoring) but they were about a million miles from the reception, with about 50 turns and three flights of stairs (two up, one down) required to get to them! It was considered we could map it for the reader's amusement, but where's the fun in that.
It was impossible to pass up somewhere called "The Goat" to have dinner. I had "Partick Pie", little sausage-meat savouries, offered with peas or beans. I picked beans, and was somewhat surprised when they turned out to be baked!
We felt like dessert but nothing on the menu looked good, so we picked up some Ben and Jerry's ice-cream. I believe Ben and Jerry's, which I first had in Dublin at Google, is the best food America has ever produced. Unfortunately it takes a wee while to thaw and we were a little impatient.
The next morning our museum was the Kelvingrove: an excellent blend of art and science, featuring Sir Roger the Elephant, a Salvador Dali painting of Jesus, a picture of which I took for my flatmate Jesus, who likes Salvador Dali, and a real (stuffed) wild haggis animal! (The wild haggis has shorter legs on one side so they can walk around the hills, you know.)
I don't know if I told you I got stung by a wasp in Cambridge: well, I got stung by a wasp in Cambridge. This is important to know now because of two things, (1) you should know I have some wasp sting relief spray; and (2) Tom sat on one at the pub at lunchtime. Very unfortunate but rather comical. Much spray was applied, and his leg was up in the air for most of the rest of the day.
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