Glasgow Letter – week 31

Andrew Morrison, Ross Leary, and Donnie 'Maroot' Macleod, with the tickets in question - a day early!

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Doon the Watter

The famous Glasgow Fair has been in full swing and, while the traditional industries that were originally behind the holiday are no longer the massive employers they once were, the tradition of heading “doon the watter” still seems to be going strong among many of the people of Glasgow.

I dare say places such as Largs, Millport, and Dunoon are pretty busy just now – not to mention the Isle of Bute whose popular festival Bute Fest took place last weekend although, unfortunately, had a lot of trouble with the freak weather.

Having spoken to people who attended the festival, I’ve been told that despite the wind forcing organisers to cancel much of the festival, it did not spoil the enjoyment of those who had travelled to the island.

In the holiday spirit, I am going to relate to you two stories of friends of mine who last week indulged in an age old Scottish tradition that the Americans have recently begun referring to as a staycation.

Luggage in the Rain

My mother and father are the subjects of my first story. They went to the isle of Arran last week and were driving along in the pouring rain when they came across a couple of hitch hikers. Giving them a lift proved more difficult than anticipated when my old man couldn’t fit their bags in his already full boot; so the hikers, on holiday from Switzerland, had to sit with their rucksacks on their knee.

They were, however, very thankful for the lift and (as my parents dropped them off at their campsite) they jumped out the car to help my Dad turn in quite a tight space. It was at this point that they noticed the car boot was open and that it had, in fact, been open ever since Dad had originally tried to fit their bags in – almost two miles further back down the road. As you would expect, a case or two was missing from the boot, so my folks spent the rest of their day driving back down the road in the bucketing rain looking for their lost belongings – all of which they eventually found, I’m glad to report!

Always check the tickets!

Meanwhile in Glasgow, Donnie Maroot, Andrew Morrison, and Ross Leary (friends of mine originally from Lewis) were on their holidays in the city. Between the three of them, they had travelled from as far north as Aberdeen and as far south as the Isle of Man with the intention of going to the Rangers v Wigan friendly match at Ibrox.

At 1pm, they met up for a pre-match pint in the Deoch ’n’ Dorus on Dumbarton Road, which was all going swimmingly until they looked at the tickets and realised that the game was actually the following day. Only Andrew was available the next day – which meant the other two had travelled miles for a pre-match beverage 24 hours before the match they couldn’t actually attend!