Back into Glasgow today in proper rain. Last day of fried food too. I’m not knocking Scottish cuisine but I am commenting on the paucity of vegetarian options that have not been deep fried when you go slightly off the beaten track. Passed back into Glasgow as rider number 14 today (lucky for me). Again what struck me today was my nostalgia for an age long gone when riding through the Glasgow suburbs and next to the Clyde when approaching the city. Mammoth investment of a bygone era now reduced to acres of waste ground, piles of indeterminate rubble, and random traces of dog shit on tarmac. Only the odd red stone built building with long forgotten crests carved above the doors stoically reminding us of what once was. Passing through post war estates came across several corrugated two storey towers that look like Eastern Bloc watch towers but turn out to be fortified pigeon lofts. Arrive in the city slightly bedraggled but blessed to have been able to ride from Edinburgh Waverley station to Glasgow Central station and experience the sights from the saddle.