Shown here are the red things which leaped out from our recent trip to Oban and the Isle of Mull. It’s quite a shock, to realize how brightly painted things are, outside of grim Glasgow!
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Rhododendron in the back yard
Rhododendron in the back yard
Rhododendron in the front yard
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Bumble-bee!
Bowling alley which disappeared long before we moved to Glasgow, yet the sign still remains.
Boat, anchored near Dumbarton, along the river Clyde, Scotland.
Urban seagulls of evilness!
Red Doors, Reddish Building.
Eco King box … which we always worry about, since it’s all run together.
They just … generally build things.
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Every morning we look out of our bedroom window, to see this wonderful little Smart Car. It’s a reminder that things are different, here in Europe. We don’t often think of Scotland as being in Europe, but this little car (or, should I say, “wee car”) reminds us. We’re in a world which values fuel economy, and has done so for more than a decade (as we saw Smart Cars when we first visited, in the 1990’s).
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Somebody here in Glasgow has been running about with a stencil and some spraypaint, as we saw several of this same sign, all around one court. I wonder how far they’ve gone with it – we’ll have to see what we can see, as we pass through the neighborhood.
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I caught this cute little car on my way back from school University today (they get funny about calling it “school” here: school is for wee kids, University is where grownups get their PhD’s). Since it was red, and since I’d caught another red thing as well, I thought, Hey! Tomorrow’s Tuesday! Welcome to Ruby Tuesday, where people take pictures of red things. No, I don’t know why. Do I care? (And, yes, I zapped out the license plate, and will continue to do so: here’s me, not being a help to law enforcement, since I can’t take pictures which might be a help to terrorists any more.)
One of the stranger things, to our minds, is the whole concept of a Removals company. The first thing that pops into our heads is, Aztec Removals: getting rid of those pesky Aztecs, since 1992. It is, of course, merely a moving company: they’ll remove your stuff to someplace else. It always strikes us, though. I’ll try to catch the Irish Removals one, too.
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