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loudspeaker below), and then out into the River Clyde. Of course, in these enlightened days, everything is joined up for walkers and I can actually boast that I have walked 'The Clyde Way' from Lanark to the Kelvin Way, to the West Highland Way (to Fort William) and on up 'The Great Glen Way' to Inverness. At about 250 miles it is not quite The South West Coastal Path but it’s a good stretch!
But what is so delightful now is to notice something small changing every day. The magnolia buds are just a little more open, and with the current sunshine the horse chestnut sticky buds are emerging. The crocuses are blown and the tête-à-tête have not been very good this year
(neither have mine!).
The squirrels, who wax fat on the peanuts of generations of grandparents and their grandchildren are running around in circles wondering where ‘the hell did I store that
nut?’ I noticed that someone had left shredded carrots for them this morning. I like the information boards! Half the population think its dumbing down while the other half say
‘so that’s what that
thingy is!’. The pigeons are attempting to mate (with very little success at the
moment) while the river is
alive with ducks and if you
look closely a few herons.
I too have noticed the differences in social interaction that someone else mentioned. I
find that I recognise people by
their dogs or their yellow
wellies and that families,
children, dogs, and the elderly
all say “good morning” and often stop to chat across our two metres. But the young, with headphones and Lycra, need some persuasion to actually say “good morning” and tend to blank me as they race past measuring their “steps” and their timing. I have also
noticed that as we come back to the main entrance, where there are inevitably more people, that the social interaction stops! And as soon as we're in the busy streets it stops
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