Tuesday thoughts.

Photo: G.O.

Hello all. Hope everyone is well, I really do. I found a few things this morning while sifting through the mountain of news and features.

Here.ya.go:

A - Want to know what Tiger will be wearing in Scotland on Sunday? Top comment on the golf blog goes to to one 'Bagger Vance' (brilliant film) from Kalamazoo, MI.. "Even with all of this attention paid to clothes, golfers of today don't measure up, fashion wise, to the pros of the '40s and '50s, who sported a classic, elegant look."

I couldn't agree more. I think athletes these days still lack a little class when it comes to attire on and off the field of play. Watching Wimbledon a few weeks back, where the clothes are meant to be white and neatly tailored, I was again appalled at all the baggy shorts, scruffy beards and backwards caps.

Weekend, #6 of Scotland, and Pinot Noir

 
Photos: Daniel C.

Okay, just in from a decent run in the driving rain. I think it's raining in Calgary, so to everyone out there in the rain, including all the readers in Glasgow and Edinburgh - enjoy it. It's just rain.

I ran past One Devonshire Gardens tonight as I always do, and felt a little uneasy watching the waiters open wine and the chefs at work in the kitchen. I miss that life a bit.

But. It's time to catch up on the current life... Yes folks, still alive after a weekend I will never forget for the rest of my days. Friday saw me leave work about two hours late, and incredibly stressed, but a long walk home in the sunshine was helpful in clearing my head.

Week's end

Photo: Daniel C.

Relaxing at home tonight as always, and having a cold beer after a really long week at work. Perhaps I'll have a cup of tea later, but for now content watching the brilliant Rufus Wainwright sing and chat on the Jonathan Ross show.

Right, some thoughts for the day. I was putting the finishing touches on part one of the Sunday Herald's newest weekly feature today - I think we're calling it Clean up your act Scotland - and decided to head out to the city's main square to chat with a few folks about litter. Interesting, yeah?

It was a beautiful day - for Scotland anyways - so I took my time hanging out, enjoying the sun and the people walking past. Did some reporting to. I hate to bother people when they're relaxing, but I was intrigued by a gentleman who sat down beside me on a bench in front of the city chambers. I had a good chat with a gentleman called David, 62, who comes from Hamilton just south of Glasgow.

Thursday update

Photo: Daniel C.

Friends, I’m just in the door from the eight miles, and feeling like I owe you a wee post tonight. Last night I think I was just too tired to string sentences together, and as I was nodding off alone on my couch, I felt it best to just drag my weary bones to bed.

I had about a hundred things to share, but deleted a draft of about 500 words I had written up, at which point I was ready to throw my laptop at the pale white wall. Actually, I have told you a white lie already. I came in from my run, put down the groceries, and grabbed my camera to run back out into the night.

You see the things about Scotland is even on days when it’s grey and dreary, the sky always breaks in the evening, where layers of thin white cloud seem to float among the magnificent colors of the setting sun. At the start of June, it was never dark here; in the wee hours of the morning the sky was always this pastel blue, and the sky seemed unchanged between dusk and dawn. Tonight reminded me why I love just walking around under the Northern skies here – just like June, just like every night.