This always happens

050408-hyndland-view.jpg I get to Glasgow and I have great intentions of posting regularly, keeping you, my dear readers (and, especially, family members) apprised of our every move across the great pond. Then I wake up and it's our last day and I haven't written a word. Yet. It's also an unbelievably beautiful day, so I won't be spending much of it posting here. Glasgow in the spring is something to behold indeed, almost gorgeous enough to justify the massive rise in the ticket price compared to our usual October-November visits. Almost.

This has been a particularly quick trip for us, really only five days on the ground and the first hardly counts as we always spend it wandering around in a daze, having lost a night's sleep on the way over here. It has been a whirlwind, this two-fold visit: attending the wedding of my oldest friend and celebrating my Grandma's 90th birthday. There are tons of photos and stories to post later.

But the sun is shining -- no guarantee here, even in spring -- thus, I'll wrap it up and get on with my day. We'll try to work in a visit to Glasgow's famed Botanic Gardens (which I haven't been to since I was a wee lassie), but the real priority of the day is getting in farewell visits with family and friends. I see many cups of tea in my future!