Winding it down

We're now in Glasgow, or in a hotel outside town. It's a castle, or more correctly a castle style large home, built in a leafy suburb by a rich bourgeois man in the style of the day for these types. I think it's quite lovely, though I can't be sure until I get outside, which according to Accuweather has been rolling at 20 minutes from now for the last 20 minutes. There is no fitness center or anything, so I'm starting to get a little stir crazy, but I'll get out eventually, weather be damned.

Yes, it's that dark out. It's been raining pretty hard the whole time we've been here. Go figure. We had remarkably good weather the entire trip. Who would have thought that heat would be out biggest problem? And now, on a day when we have pretty much nothing planned except transit, it's been raining since the transit began.

The train station in Glasgow, at least Queen Street, the last stop for ScotRail in Glasgow and where we got off, is a piece of crap. There are tons of platforms but so sign of an actual station. Although the platform was marginally indoors, in spite of the leaky roof, you had to walk without shelter around the side of the station for get a taxi. I never did see the front of it, if there is one.

We took a taxi out here, in a suburban neighborhood not far from the airport. I don't think there's any sort of commercial activity within a mile of here. I walked around for a while, after the rolling 20 minutes of rain finished, and didn't see a store or anything of the sort. There was a traffic light in the distance. But it's a lovely neighborhood, full of greenery and beautiful big houses with Benz's and BMW's and Range Rovers in the driveways. 

I'm tired. As much as I've enjoyed the trip, it's been a lot of work at the same time. It's not bad work, in fact it's a blast. I mean, look at this place now that it's not raining.

It's still a lot of effort being away from home and figuring our how to do everything. I do love traveling though.