Z takes the high road

 It's been too busy to keep up but, tonight, I've had dinner and it's not yet 9 o'clock, so here we are.

The car has been fine.  I still have no idea what the problem was - on Thursday, I'd driven for 45 minutes before stopping briefly twice, so the battery should have had plenty of charge.  I'm still quite anxious every time I start it, but we're back to the normal vroom, so it seems to have sorted out its problem.

On Friday, I walked to the Kelvingrove, where I was meeting Fiona once she'd finished with her appointments.  My satnav had a slight, bemusing glitch, when it wanted me to walk alongside a freeway, which was clearly not designed for pedestrians.  As I hesitated, a woman did a turn in a side road to come and ask if I needed help.  So kind!  But every Scot I've met has been friendly and kind.  She soon put me right, there was a back road - and the next time, this was what the satnav advised.  Lack of concentration on the part of inanimate objects,  it seems.

The Burrell is fabulous, as ever.  I think there are more pieces on display - although, the last time I was there, I had limited time and there was plenty, on this visit.  I took slight issue with some of the labels - I think that they should give information rather than opinions and, in at least one case, the opinion was factually incorrect.  They also fudged, in a few cases - not that they should have said anything in those instances, but it was hypocritical not to.  But that's nothing to do with the exhibits or the layout, both of which were wonderful.

The next day was Saturday and I took the train to Edinburgh.  With incredible stupidity, I managed to leave a bag in the taxi and, realising immediately,  I started to chase the taxi down the road, waving at it.  Luckily, it was held up by a traffic light, 500 metres down the road.  Z does not run at full pelt for 500m.  But I had to.  I just arrived as the lights changed and was able to stop the driver, fall into the cab and pick up my bag.  I staggered back to the station and leant on a wall for several minutes, panting.  I hope never to run that far or fast again.  It's bad for me.  Later, I developed a migraine, which I walked off for an hour or two, but it came back - I found a Boots and bought some pills, which worked.  

I went to the Scottish National Gallery and the museum, then walked until I found myself halfway down Princes Street.  Up or down?  I had a feeling that down would take me to the port of Leith.  Devoted as I am to the wonderful McLevy stories (on the radio, but David Ashton has also written books), I thought that walking down hill had the inevitable consequence of having to walk up again - I've since been told there's a tram - so I went up, towards the castle.  But once I got there, the migraine started again and I eventually headed back to the station.  I was feeling that I'd seen enough galleries for the day, anyway.

By Sunday, I'd bounced back and walked back to the Kelvingrove.  I'd spent a short time in there on Friday, but saw it all on Sunday morning, spending most time with the Scottish Colourists and the Glasgow Boys.  The Dali picture of Christ on the cross is, as I remembered, a remarkable painting.  To think there was controversy at the time it was bought.  Art students thought the money should have been given to - er - art students.  It cost £8,200 (or was it £8,400?) which was an absolute steal, even then.  I hope the ignorant students have learnt something over the decades.

In the afternoon, I drove up to Fort William.  How ignorant I am.  I knew that Loch Lomond was long compared to its width, but I had no idea of its actual size.  It's huge.  24 miles by 5 miles - it doesn't look so big on the map, but there are fewer roads in Scotland and I guess maps aren't given on the same scale as more populated area.  You drive right alongside it.  Driving up to the Highlands is wonderful - all the lochs and mountains are breathtaking.  One has to focus more on the winding roads, however.

I had a wonderful time with my friends and that needs another post.  Possibly tomorrow, but it's not very likely as I'm leaving after breakfast, to return to the BWs, where I'll stay for a final night of my fabulous holiday.