We had planned to head through to Glasgow today to visit the science museum. I awoke early, by which I mean I was awoken with a kick to the head and a grumpy stomp to the toilet. I was getting the loaf I prepared yesterday into the oven for lunch today, so got semi-dressed and down to get the oven on and lodge pan in. Back up to be for a little heat off the tiny person-shaped water bottle before heading for breakfast. It was then Mrs asked if I’d seen the fire. For the second time in the past 4 years the Glasgow School of Art was ablaze, only this time it looked far more intense and somewhat insurmountable. What a travesty. I’d never been in to the building but revered it nonetheless. Emma was a bit more down about it, as she was familiar with the building and the renovations that were in progress. It took a wee dampener from our trip through to Glasgow and after a few mis-fires we decided to head to the National Museum of Scotland, in our Capital, once the bread was baked, sandwiches made and we were ready to go.
Normally we park at the NCP multi-storey carpark down Holyrood Road, which is offensively expensive but the NMoS is free so it balances out. However I did a map browse as we got our shoes on and noticed that there was alternatives and one in the Quartermile new development. We headed there and upon arriving in the Capital had a quick scout outside the Museum in case a parking space was miraculously was free (it wasn’t) before heading back to the Quartermile and what turned out to be a brilliant car-park, half as expensive, and closer. But the rain was really going now, so a quick walk up to the Museum.
The usual stuffed animals and interactive displays in abundance but this visit we saw the actual Soyuz TMA-19M capsule that Tim Peake travelled back to Earth in. The very one. His very space-suit was there too, and was really amazing to see it up close; Tim must be a short because the suit looked pretty small next to me. The capsule was scorched from re-entry and had a few interesting little cracks and splits; whether this too was from the journey home or in transit to the museum, who knows.
Lunchtime arrived and we headed to the lunch room for what I expected to be deafening noise and crisps, but we were only the 4th family in the room so managed a quick lunch and then back to see the glass exhibition and then home, via the various gift-shops for Missy to have a look. As usual she went straight for the disgusting rubbery stretchy things that feel horrible. She loves to squeeze them and pull them apart. She then touched absolutely everything before we reasoned to using her pocket money wiser, and we headed out with the destination shops. Not before I had a quick whip around the bookshop and saw a lovely book about lighthouses called “Sentinels of the Sea: A Miscellany of Lighthouses Past” by R.G. Grant, which I might pick up. It was full of lovely sketches and detail drawings of Lighthouses.
As we approached the top of Chambers Street the road was closed and a Police motorcycle was stopped. Interest was piqued and we waited around as it sounded like a march or protest. I had seen a couple of rainbow flags earlier on in the day and said to Mrs that there must be a LGBT thing on today and here it was; the Edinburgh Pride parade. We watched for a while and then made a start to the car. Miss was really interested at first, her wee head bobbing back and forth watching all the interesting people walking past. Soon though her interest turned to distress as a lot of people were shouting loudly and singing, dancing, hitting drums and chanting. She didn’t know what to make of it and I could see Mrs becoming more concerned about her as she looked visibly uncomfortable with all this going on around her, so we made an exit and immediately around the corner you’d never know anything was happening; the street was dead and quiet. We nipped for a quick take-away coffee before the car and then home via the shops, where we saw a lovely Karlsson flip clock that would set our kitchen off brilliantly…
A very interesting end to what started as a very wet, quite sombre day.