Not many Jack Russells will be familiar with the 3rd law of thermodynamics. Buddy is no exception, his eyes glaze at the mention of entropy.
It comes up in conversation as we run past Lord Kelvin’s statue and into the park.
It’s a steep climb to the Victorian splendour of Park Circus, a nice vantage point to absorb the view. Buddy doesn’t mind pausing for a moment.
The calm atmosphere is quite therapeutic, and it gives the opportunity for some lockdown reflection.
Towering over the Dali famous Kelvingrove galleries, the university chimes a helpful reminder that it won’t be long until breakfast.
Buddy feigns a weary interest when I boast of once looking through Dali’s record collection.
He’s all ears when told how, in Gibson street, long-haired students clutching their grants, would queue for Indian food; he liked the sound of that, but being on a stricter age-appropriate diet, chicken tikka is off the menu.
Just out of sight beyond the bowling green and tenements in the hip-quarter of Finnieston sits the Park Bar.
With strong island connections, he would be sure of a warm welcome amongst the jigs and reels of that hostelry.
Where once you could idle a Sunday afternoon listening to the Kirkintilloch Silver Band, the spruced-up bandstand seems more distant somehow, being home to upmarket summer sessions.
On our way downhill, trotting past the duck-pond, he pulls towards the skateboard park, as if hinting for his approaching fourteenth birthday.
A quick tutorial on Newton and the perils of colliding with a concrete surface, cuts no ice, his thoughts are elsewhere, probably still in Gibson street.
Kelvingrove park gives you a varied cultural experience, a bit of science, art, history, music.
It’s a good workout for Buddy’s heart, which is doing fine; the prospect of some comfort nourishment keeps him moving apace.
* Keep up with Buddy and Ronnie as they sample Glasgow’s ‘Park Life’ during lockdown.