I love the odd day in Glasgow. As familiarity grows, I’m beginning to link the city up with maps, memories, family folklore and reference points in the past, present and future. I like the break from Edinburgh’s tourism too, when I’m off west. Interactions with people and the pavement feel markedly more real and more easily connected in a context where showmanship’s less prevalent. I trust myself and my reading of stories I’m collecting better without a backdrop of pressure on a place. I’ve always been easily influenced; mood is infectious, too.
More here on what the crack is with #52and40.