Paisley, Glasgow, and New Lanark
On our way down to Glasgow, we stopped at the former fortress at Dumbarton looking over the river Clyde.
These cannons are now pointed directly at the suburban big box store strip a mile down the hill.
Dan finds a niche.
Shades of His Dark Materials.
Paisley Abbey is chock full of royal lineage history. We did not see any one wearing paisley in Paisley, but we did not see anyone wearing Argyll socks in Argyll either.
The famous stained glass window of Robert de Brus. His grandson was delivered by C-section in the abbey after his daughter Marjorie was thrown from a horse and died while heavily pregnant.
We took the Clockwork Orange into Glasgow (the subway trains are orange and they go in a big loop). Here were some signs that we were back in the modern world- perhaps the 1960.
The collegiate gothic University of Glasgow was certainly a sight to be seen. We had only a few evening hours to spend in the city, so we visited the West End and went to a hip Asian fusion restaurant.
The people in Glasgow and suburan Paisley were very friendly, it was quite a contrast to the frostiness in the coastal villages of Argyll.
We made a side trip down to New Lanark, where Robert Owen (namesake of the ICC’s Owen House) enacted a utopian vision early in the era of industrialization. He believed that the welfare of the workers was crucial to success, and built the world’s first day nursery and playground. Children went to a free school instead of working in the mills, and everyone had free health care.
The co-op theme abounds.
Heather and I mixing with the locals.
Dan in New Lanark’s educational facilities.
New Lanark is now a World Heritage Site.
London calling.
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