West End Blog
Heading towards that flat stretch on South Street, from the old Yarrows shipyard to the border of Whiteinch and Partick at Sawmill roundabout.
The birds burst into song around 4.00am and an hour later we’re out and about cruising along the empty streets.
Sometimes the only way to grab his attention in any conversation is by frequently including the word “run”.
It was sitting there, unassuming, a few feet away by the side of the canal at Temple, but I couldn’t…