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The Glories of a Winter Day

Hard frost in Kelvingrove Park, just one of the places I passed through on my (almost ten mile!) walk today. There is no doubt that rural scenes of snow-capped mountains, or forests in snowy landscapes are beautiful.  But there is also a beauty unique to cities, and Glasgow is no exception.

This morning I chose to walk into town along the banks of the Kelvin (as far as I could), a lovely meandering stroll through parkland of the sort that could be pretty much anywhere.  Dog-walkers, baby-walkers, joggers and the occasional cyclist, enjoying the crisp brightness of the day, surrounded by trees.  Quite a contrast with the Clyde, which I followed on my way back, broad, straight, urban, even industrial, complete with mildly annoying dead-ends if you cross to the south side of the river.  More joggers and cyclists, no dogs, few babies, but a smattering of tourists en route to the Science Centre or Riverside Museum.

I was struck afresh by the variety that exists on my doorstep, of similarities with walks I have loved in other places at other times, of what is unique to this place and even this walk.

A beautiful day in which to delight in the natural beauty of water and trees, and in the ingenuity and creativity of human endeavour.  A reminder, were one needed, of just how very blessed I am.

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