Bothwell Castle and the Clyde
"So, is this your daily dose of culture?"
And how! Yesterday, we went on a hiking tour from Blantyre to Uddingston, which are two railway stations in the south of Glasgow. It is a beautiful, beautiful walk along the banks of the Clyde which passes a castle. We had absolutely awesome weather an absolutely wonderful time. There were some minor annoyances, though, like the guys at home in Partick not understanding what exactly our plan was for ages and therefore not being able to give us information on what the best ticket would be.
And it is a cultural thing. Weegies do not walk. They are purely urban creatures and hence dependant on the merits of a very dependable bus system. I've seen it every day - give the choice between waiting for the next bus for ten minutes or walking to the nearest shop in about five minutes, the average Weegie will take the bus. But those troubles were soon sorted out and we were off. After spending some lovely time in the David Livingstone Memorial Park and crossing the David Livingstone Memorial Footbridge, we had a wonderful time hiking along the Clyde, so much like the Ankh in the inner city, so beautiful out here. 
The footbridge sported a sign I have to admit I still don't quite get, linguistically. The content is clear, but does this make sense to anyone? Linguisticall? What is going on on that sign?
I mean - "has not to be used"...? Strange... 
This is the castle. Bothwell castle, which dates back to the 13th century, built by Walter of Morey and which was rebuilt by none other than Archibald Douglas!!
The custodian is a lovely old man who gave us a concession even though we are not senior citizens. This kind of thing never happens to me, it only ever happens to Crocky and the likes of her, so I was so astonished that I gave him the money for adult tickets because I thought I had misheard him. So nice! We were more or less the only visitors. Such a lovely castle!
Once the forest cleared on our way home, this was pretty much what was next to us all the time. Sigh. Pretty landscape. On our way back, in Uddingston, we asked the nice man behind the counter if we could go back with our tickets. After saying he did not see why not as it was cheaper to go from Uddingston to Partick than from Blantyre to Partick, he started actually to provide us with excuses we could tell the ticket inspector if they should ask us why our tickets were Blantyre-Partick and not from Uddingston. He also asked us why we weren't in Blantyre and was absolutely surprised when we told him we'd walked. "Aw, then jis tell them the truith, shid be fine," was his response.
Weegies are so lovely. I wish the employes of the public transport at home would be as nice. Well, in short, it was a lovely, lovely day!