It is 4 September 2010, the day of the 2010 Bank of Scotland Junior Great Scottish Run -
on Glasgow Green (for the wiki entry is excellent and comprehensive ) -
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We park beside the Gorbals Leisure Centre, for which you may wish to see
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and cross the Albert Bridge (built 1871-72). . . to get into Glasgow Green via the Saltmarket entrance over there on the right  |
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| Opposite is the Old High Court, bathed in the innocent September sun, from where criminals condemned to death were taken across to the Green to be hanged |
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| A welcoming piper |
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| The finishing line |
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| First up was this guy in a wheelchair |
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| Photoshop (even Photoshop Elements which I have) has been described as the 'Devil's Toolbox' - which I can well understand, having seen too many garishly photoshopped landscapes - but it's nice to see what a sepia version looks look sometimes |
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| Scotland top - thought I'd see more of these. Maybe they are just not very good for running in - or for any sort of sports really |
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| Faithful hounds |
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| Picking up medals |
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| And what do you think of it wee doggy? - [yawns] |
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| Nelson's Monument built 1806 - predates the London one by three decades (see wiki entry on Glasgow Green, link above) |
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| These three stiltwalkers were fabulous |
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| Think the guy is a 'Green Man' sort of character |
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| Excellent - thanks guys, whoever you are |
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| Obstacle course for those with energy left |
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| A Holistic Area |
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| Not sure what holistic means in this context |
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| Not just any fast food - select baguettes |
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The marvellous Doulton Fountain (see wiki entry above on the Green above). Built by Royal Doulton for the Glasgow International Exhibition of 1888 and moved to the Green in 1890. It's one piece of Royal Doulton you won't find on Bargain Hunt.
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| Enjoy |
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| Our three stiltwalkers are among these guys I think - bravo chaps |
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We swing ungirded hips, And lightened are our eyes, The rain is on our lips, We do not run for prize. We know not whom we trust Nor whitherward we fare, But we run because we must Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas Are troubled as by storm. The tempest strips the trees And does not leave them warm. Does the tearing tempest pause? Do the tree-tops ask it why? So we run without a cause 'Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips, We do not run for prize. But the storm the water whips And the wave howls to the skies. The winds arise and strike it And scatter it like sand, And we run because we like it Through the broad bright land.
Charles Hamilton Sorley |
