From our spring break in Budapest in 2017, here’s John on top of the world above the Danube. We’re climbing Gellért-hegy (Gellért Hill) which is topped by the Liberation Monument. I bet we’d all like to have a spring break this year. Hang on in there!
The Belváros – or Inner City – is the hub of Pest with many shops and cafés. We passed through it several times on our way to and from other places, so the pictures that follow are highlights taken on different days.
Vörösmarty tér
This square, seen above, is the hub of the hub, if you like. It’s dominated by the statue of Mihály Vörösmarty (1800-55), a poet renowned for his hymn to Magyar identity, the first line of which is carved on the pedestal: Be faithful to your land forever, oh Hungarians.
Mihály Vörösmarty statue
Mihály Vörösmarty statue
Decorated buildings
I can’t now remember where many of the buildings and monuments depicted in the rest of the post were! This beauty has panels depicting the four seasons.
This gorgeous art deco panel of Our Lady, Patron of Hungary, is on Szervita tér.
Building with Art Deco mosaic
Art Deco mosaic
These are on Váci utca.
Váci utca
Váci utca
Váci utca
Váci utca
And this is the Great Market Hall.
Great Market Hall
Great Market Hall
Churches
There were many churches in the area, but we only seem to have pictures of these two, the Protestant Church and the Servite Church.
Protestant Church at Kalvin Square
Servite Church
Statues and fountains
As usual in Budapest, we found many delightful examples.
Old Father Danube
Old Father Danube
Fisher-girl fountain
Cat with wings
Statue of a woman
Mercury
St Hedwig
St Kinga
The Little Princess
Monument to 125th anniversary of Buda and Pest
And, finally, that is the end of my Budapest diary. Since we were there in March we have been accumulating many Scottish photographs so the next few posts will be closer to home.
Another day, another bridge! This time we crossed the Danube from Pest to Buda via the Szabadság Bridge to Gellért-hegy (Gellért Hill).
Szabadság Bridge
Szabadság Bridge
Szabadság Bridge
Szabadság Bridge
Ahead of us, we could see our two destinations: the Cave Church and the Liberation Monument on top of the hill.
Cave Church from Szabadság Bridge
Liberation Monument from Szabadság Bridge
Outside the Cave Church is another statue of the ubiquitous St Stephen and a great view back to the bridge we had just walked across.
St Stephen outside Cave Church
Szabadság Bridge
The Cave Church, created in the 1930s, is a higgledy-piggledy warren of passages and small chapels where masses are conducted by monks of the Pauline Order.
Cave Church
Cave Church
Cave Church
Cave Church
Cave Church
Cave Church
Climbing beyond the church, the views became even better.
At the top, we admired the Liberation Monument from all angles. It was originally erected to commemorate the Soviet soldiers who liberated Budapest from the Nazis, but after the fall of communism its inscription was rewritten to honour all those who died for Hungary’s prosperity.
The Citadella, which you can just glimpse behind the monument in one of the pictures, was built to reassert Hapsburg dominance after the revolution of 1848-9. After walking round it to admire the views on all sides, we set off down the other side of the hill.
Liberation Monument and Citadella
Liberation Monument and Citadella
Liberation Monument and Citadella
Liberation Monument and Citadella
This took us past the statue of St Gellért, after whom the hill is named. Gellért was a Christian missionary in the time of St Stephen and, after Stephen died, pagans apparently threw him off the hill at this very point. Today, he brandishes his crucifix at all comers.
St Gellért
St Gellért
The path down the hill deposits you at a complicated road system leading to the Erzsébet (Elizabeth) Bridge which we would use to cross back to Pest later. A statue of Empress Elizabeth (1837-98) sits on a central island.
Erzsébet (Elizabeth) Bridge
Queen Erzsébet (Elizabeth)
Navigating our way across the road, we arrived in the Tabán district. Large figures were advertising an exhibition about the First World War, but we headed next door to the Semmelweis Medical Museum.
First World War exhibition
First World War exhibition
Dr Ignác Semmelweis (1818-65) discovered the cause of puerperal fever, which was usually fatal, thus saving the lives of many women in childbirth. Good man! I also liked the Holy Ghost Pharmacy which dates from 1786 (though not on this site), the opium pillow (how comfortable could that be? Don’t you mind if you’re taking opium?) and the portrait of Zsuzsanna Kossuth, sister of the revolutionary leader and National Head Nurse during the 1848-9 War of Independence.
Holy Ghost Pharmacy
Opium pillow
Zsuzsanna Kossuth
After a final stroll around the area, we headed back to our hotel for our last night in Budapest.
Memorial to writer Benedek Virág
Tabán District
Just one more post to complete my Budapest holiday diary!
A wet morning saw us heading for the Jewish Quarter and Dohány Utca Synagogue – the largest in Europe (capable of accommodating over 5000 worshippers) and second largest in the world after the Temple Emmanuel in New York. Tours in various languages were available, chosen by sitting in a pew near the appropriate flag. We tried this, but it was so noisy we couldn’t hear the guide so we just wandered about ourselves.
Dohány Utca Synagogue, interior
Dohány Utca Synagogue, interior
In an adjacent building is the Jewish Museum full of beautifully crafted objects and some lovely stained glass. Unfortunately none of the items on the first floor were labelled, though a special exhibition upstairs was much more informative. Given these defects, we spent a much shorter time in the synagogue and museum than I expected.
Jewish Museum
Jewish Museum
Jewish Museum
The way out took us through the cemetery and Heroes’ Temple. The former is there because the Nazis forbade Jews from being buried anywhere else. The domed temple dates from 1931 and was built to honour the 10,000 Jewish soldiers who died fighting for Hungary in World War 1.
Cemetery
Cemetery and Heroes’ Temple
Behind the temple and cemetery is Raoul Wallenberg Memorial Park, named after the Swedish consul who saved 20,000 Jews in World War 2. It also commemorates others who helped Jewish people such as Sir Nicholas Winton. Very moving.
Raoul Wallenberg Memorial Park
Raoul Wallenberg Memorial Park
Raoul Wallenberg Memorial Park
Raoul Wallenberg Memorial Park
It was still raining, and still not quite lunchtime, so we visited the very quirky Museum of Electrotechnology. John liked the big machines (no idea what the one below is) but I loved the more domestic details such as the Philips reel-to-reel tape recorder. This is exactly like the one I had as a teenager. I would put the microphone up to the radio and record the charts from Alan “Fluff” Freeman’s Pick of the Pops on a Sunday evening. Often, the music would be overlaid by the dog barking and other noises-off, but it was the best I could do. Da da da da-da dah, da da da!
Museum of Electrotechnology
Museum of Electrotechnology
Still raining – time for a beer! Budapest is famous for its “ruin bars”. Originally nomadic, springing up in condemned properties and moving on when evicted, many are now static and commercialisation has set in. Szimplakert in the Jewish Quarter is one of the oldest, if not the oldest, and famous for having part of an old Trabant in the courtyard. Cheers!
Szimplakert
Szimplakert
Szimplakert
Szimplakert
Finally, time for lunch. I had set my heart on the café at the New York Palace, but there was a big queue. We managed to get some snaps of the ceiling before leaving.
New York Palace
New York Palace
Serendipity led us to Macesz Bistro. I wasn’t hugely impressed that the veggie option was lasagne – I’ve had too many awful ones over the years – but it was still raining hard and we didn’t want to wander too far, so in we went. This turned out to be the best meal of the whole week (and the only one I photographed). The lasagne was made with matzo instead of pasta and was absolutely delicious, as was John’s duck. Wonderful!
Macesz Bistro
Macesz Bistro
Macesz Bistro
There is much that is picturesque in the streets of the Jewish Quarter, but most of the photos below were taken on our way home on a different day (as you can maybe tell from the blue sky).
John took a reflected selfie in one of the pedestrianised streets.
Street scene
Selfie!
There were several murals – this was my favourite. If you can enlarge it, you will see a man working on the roof, a window cleaner, a couple on their balcony and this cat.
Mural
Mural – cat detail
Finally, we knew this was a school (iskola) but weren’t sure if it was still in use. I’m still not! The best English-language explanation I can find is from a geocaching site: “The Erzsébetváros Primary and Secondary School, situated on Dob Street, can justifiably be named as one of the most beautiful educational institutions of Budapest. The building, originally constructed in 1890, has been modified many times throughout its history, the mosaic ornaments of its facade were installed following the plans of artist Zsigmond Vajda.” Just gorgeous!
Erzsébetváros School
Erzsébetváros School
Erzsébetváros School
Erzsébetváros School
Erzsébetváros School
I hope you’ve enjoyed a brief tour of Budapest’s Jewish Quarter. Next time – a final visit to the Buda side of the Danube.
I knew before we arrived in Budapest that it had been formed in 1873 from the cities of Buda and Pest which lie on opposite banks of the Danube. What I didn’t know was that there was a third settlement involved: Óbuda (Old Buda) which, although largely modern these days, still had a historic town centre. One morning we set off to walk there.
Our route took us from our hotel in Pest to the Margaret Bridge (Margít hid). On the way, we were amused by this pub sign – has the campaign for Scottish independence now reached Hungary?
Margaret Bridge is slightly V-shaped with a spur in the middle onto Margít-sziget, or Margaret Island, walking the length of which gives access to another bridge leading to Óbuda. Like many places we’ve visited at this time of year (it was early March) the island was still gearing up for the tourist season – nothing had been planted out yet in the gardens, and there were several diversions to avoid repairs which were being made to the roads and footpaths. There was still plenty to see though. I made a friend.
I don’t know who he is, but later in the week we saw a photograph of children playing on the same statue in the 1960s, so he’s been there for a while.
We saw the ruins of a Franciscan Church from the 13th century, and a chapel with a Romanesque tower dating back to the 12th.
Franciscan Church
Premonstratensian Chapel
There are also ruins of the Dominican Convent inhabited by St Margaret of Hungary (1242-1271) after whom the island and bridge were named in the 19th century.
Dominican Convent and Art Nouveau water tower
Dominican Convent and Church
Margaret was the daughter of King Béla IV who vowed to bring her up as a nun if Hungary survived the Mongol invasion. When it did, he consigned her to the convent at 9 years old. What a father! She seems to have made the best of it by curing lepers and performing other saintly deeds as well as, allegedly, never washing above the ankles. Eurgh! Although she was beatified soon after her death, she didn’t actually become a Saint until 1943.
Other attractions include two thermal baths and an outdoor theatre, all probably very busy in the summer. Behind the convent sign above you can see an Art Nouveau water tower peeking through the trees, and below is the Japanese garden.
Japanese Garden
Japanese Garden
Árpád híd at the far end of the island is just a big modern road bridge, so we strode over that as quickly as possible to reach Óbuda which, as I said, is largely modern but still has some attractive historic buildings.
Óbuda
Óbuda
The town square houses several museums, one of which is dedicated to Imra Varga who created the sculptures with umbrellas below. This time it was John’s turn to make friends.
Sculptures by Imre Varga
Sculptures by Imre Varga
As I’ve observed before, Budapest is fond of its outdoor sculptures and statues. The signpost amused us – 2336 km to Stirling which is not far from us. I wonder why they chose it?
Take a seat…
Stirling 2336 km
This statue is Pál Harrer who initiated the founding of Budapest. It’s good to see him honoured.
Pál Harrer
Pál Harrer
We had a quick lunch in a café but didn’t linger to visit any of the museums. John had a plan – he wanted to visit a cave. The hills to the west of Óbuda have a network of caves formed by rising thermal waters, two of which are open to the public. We set off to walk to the nearest, Pál-völgyi Cave. I have to confess I was a bit grumbly here, as the walk was not very interesting: uphill through residential areas. Also, I was far less keen on this idea than John was. I’d read the description of the cave in the guidebook which mentioned 400 steps and a 7 metre ladder. Steps I can deal with, but I wondered where this ladder would be taking me.
In the end, I needn’t have worried. Although not all that spectacular, the cave had some interesting formations and fossils.
Stalagmites, Pál-völgyi Cave
Fossil, Pál-völgyi Cave
The ladder wasn’t too bad – you can see me disappearing up it, feeling glad that it didn’t look like the other one pictured which, I’m assured, is there for illustrative purposes only.
Pál-völgyi Cave
Pál-völgyi Cave
From the cave, the walk back to Margaret Bridge was all downhill, thank goodness. This time we stopped to admire its sculptures – and to rest my weary feet.
Margaret Bridge
Margaret Bridge
By the end of that day I had done 31,744 steps! This was our longest day in Budapest by almost 10,000 steps, and my longest ever since I started wearing a Fitbit in February 2016. The only other time I have cracked 30,000 was hiking the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River – I didn’t expect to exceed that in a city. All in all, I feel totally justified in linking this to Jo’s Monday Walks. She’s in sunny Portugal again this week.
State Opera HouseOur hotel in Budapest was called the Opera Garden – the clue is in the name: it was very near the State Opera House which we passed regularly. It’s very grand and adorned with a wonderful collection of composers’ statues:
Erkel
Glinka
Donizetti
Liszt
Verdi
Wagner
Gounod
Rossini
Here’s a slightly dodgy set of iPhone photos of the interior from the night we went to see a ballet version of Anna Karenina.
Staircase
Auditorium
Auditorium ceiling
Boxes
Bar
And finally from the Opera, here we are having lunch in the Café on the day we left for the airport (and very good it was too).
Cafe
Cafe
Cafe
Cafe
The Opera House lies on Andrassy út, Budapest’s longest and grandest avenue. There are many more interesting sights both on it and in the surrounding streets, such as the tiled Mai Manó House. During the interwar years it was “the most glamorous nightclub I have ever visited” (Patrick Leigh Fermor) and long before that it was home to the Hapsburg court photographer after whom it was named. Fittingly, it is now a photography museum.
Mai Manó House
Mai Manó House
Mai Manó House
Mai Manó House
Nearby is the Operetta Theatre and more quirky sculptures. Miklós Radnóti, the leaning statue, was a poet who was shot in 1944 while serving in a Jewish labour brigade.
Street sculpture
Operetta Thetare
Miklós Radnóti statue
Further up Andrassy út is the House of Terror, once the dreaded headquarters of the secret police under both the Fascist Arrow Cross in World War 2 and the Communists. The exhibits here were horrific, particularly the reconstructed torture chamber in the basement. It’s hard to believe what people can do to each other: the veneer of civilisation is very thin. Outside is a monument to the fall of the Iron Curtain.
House of Terror
Iron Curtain memorial
Iron Curtain memorial
Iron Curtain memorial
Andrassy út ends at Hósök tere (Heroes’ Square), a ceremonial plaza centred on the 36m high Millenary Monument. The gilded building pictured is the Museum of Fine Arts.
Palace of Art
Heroes’ Square
Heroes’ Square
Heroes’ Square
Heroes’ Square
Beyond Heroes’ Square is Városliget (City Park) with its fairy tale castle and pseud-Romanesque Chapel.
Vajdahunyad Castle
Chapel at Vajdahunyad Castle
Also in the park are the Széchenyi Baths which have their own thermal spring. We didn’t bathe but went inside to admire the décor. It could be a palace not a swimming pool!
Széchenyi Baths
Széchenyi Baths
Széchenyi Baths
Nearby are three monuments which measure Hungary’s progress since the fall of communism. The Timewheel is the world’s largest hourglass which, on the last day of each year, rotates 180º to symbolise becoming part of the European Union in 2004. Where a statue to Stalin once stood is the Monument to the Uprising, a forest of oxidised columns and a Hungarian flag with a hole in the centre to recall the cutting out of the Soviet symbol in 1956. Beyond this, a crucifix rises over the foundations of the Virgin Mary Church that the Communists demolished in 1951.
Monument to the Uprising
Monument to the Uprising
Timewheel
Timewheel
Virgin Mary Church
I fear this has not been a very uplifting post: too many links to death and destruction, even though I’ve tried not to dwell on them. Next time, I’ll try to do better – I have an island and a cave for you.
During our week in Budapest we criss-crossed the Danube several times using four different bridges. On our first venture to the Buda side of the river, we walked across from Pest via the Chain Bridge (Lánchíd), the first permanent link between the two (inaugurated 1849).
The Vár and Chain Bridge
Chain Bridge
Chain Bridge Lion
John on the Chain Bridge
Chain Bridge
On the other side, we decided to take the Sikló, a renovated 19th century funicular, up to the Vár (or Várhegy – Castle Hill). This turned out to be the only transport that we used all week other than our own two feet!
Budapest funicular
Budapest funicular
The funicular delivers you to the Royal Palace, home to the National Gallery and the Budapest History Museum. We decided to save these up for a rainy day – which never came so I can’t tell you anything about them. We just wandered around the outside, enjoying the views back across the river.
Castle Hill fountain
View from Castle Hill
Royal Palace statue
If Pest reminded me of Paris, Buda, or at least the Vár, felt much more Germanic. Enjoy the pretty streets.
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
Admire the details.
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
The Vár
Feel moved by the Trinity Columns, erected in 1713 in thanksgiving for the abatement of a plague …
Trinity Column
Trinity Column
… and by the Mary Magdalene Tower, all that is left of a church wrecked in World War 2.
Site of Mary Magdalene Church
Site of Mary Magdalene Church
Mary Magdalene Tower
Mary Magdalene Tower
Above all, feel amazed that, despite this being early March, we could enjoy lunch outside in the sunshine!
Lunch in Buda
Lunch in Buda
Behind me in the picture above is Mátyás Church, officially dedicated to Our Lady but popularly named for Good King Mátyás. It’s not as old as it looks, being mainly a late 19th century recreation restored again after World War 2. Still, it’s very interesting and colourful inside and out.
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church roof
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Mátyás Church
Behind the church is Fisherman’s Bastion, probably the best place for views back across the Danube. It’s a fancy 19th century concoction that I’m sure no self-respecting fisherman would have anything to do with. The statue is King Stephen.
Fisherman’s Bastion
Statue of King Stephen at Fisherman’s Bastion
Fisherman’s Bastion and Statue of King Stephen
Fisherman’s Bastion
View of parliament from Fisherman’s Bastion
Fisherman’s Bastion reflected
Having traversed the Vár we descended the other side of the hill and made our way back along the river bank to the Chain Bridge, taking in a last few sights on the way.
Buda
Buda
Buda
St Anne’s Church
Reformed Church
Reformed Church
Decorative Buda
In my next Budapest post, I’ll return to the Pest side of the river.
St Stephen’s Basilica was a great place to get an overview of the city on our first day in Budapest. Stephen (Istvan in Hungarian) is revered as the founder and patron saint of Hungary. He was crowned king in 1000, but the Basilica is centuries later than that: built between 1851 and 1905.
Just a glimpse
St Stephen’s Basilica
Facade
St Gregory
Outside the Basilica
The interior is beautiful and, in places, quirky – note the reliquary in the gallery below which contains Stephen’s mummified right hand. On the anniversary of his death each year, August 20, this is paraded through the streets.
Dome
Interior
Dome detail
St Helena
Statue
St Stephen’s window
Reliquary for St Stephen’s right hand
The highlight, however, was climbing the 302 steps of the tower. Well, not the actual climbing itself, but the views. We could see many of the places we would visit later that day, or over the forthcoming week.
Anabel
Budapest
State Treasury
State Treasury
Parliament
Royal Palace
Matyas Church and Fishermen’s Bastion
If you spotted a building in the gallery above with a multicoloured roof, that was our next destination. A fine example of Hungarian Art Nouveau, it was formerly the Post Office Savings Bank and is now the State Treasury. The bees on the facade symbolise thrift.
Hungarian State Treasury
Hungarian State Treasury
Hungarian State Treasury
Hungarian State Treasury
Hungarian State Treasury
We found Budapest to be a “monumental” city with statues and sculptures everywhere. Here are some favourites from the area between the Basilica and the Hungarian Parliament. Many of the names brought back my school history lessons, for example Kossuth who led the 1848 revolution. Ronald Reagan seems a little out of place! He never visited Budapest but was honoured in 2011, the centenary of his birth, for his role in ending the Cold War.
Two saints
Eternal Flame
Imre Nagy
Ronald Reagan
Soviet Army Memorial
Ethnography museum
Prince Ferenc Rakoczi II
Sculpture by the Danube
Istvan Tisza
Kossuth
On a corner of a building
Window
A couple of monuments merit more detailed attention. The German occupation monument, marking the Nazi takeover in 1944, is controversial. The government insists that it stands for all victims of the occupation while Jewish groups see it as part of an official attempt to absolve Hungary of responsibility in the Holocaust. At its foot, families of those who died have set up a Living Memorial of photographs, documents and belongings which, unfortunately, is frequently vandalised.
German Occupation Monument
Living Memorial
The Holocaust Memorial lies on the banks of the Danube and consists of dozens of shoes cast in iron. Hundreds of Jewish adults and children were shot here and their bodies thrown into the river. Before they died they were made to remove their coats and footwear to be used by German civilians. Horrific.
Holocaust Memorial
Holocaust Memorial
Just upriver lies the Hungarian Parliament Building which makes the Palace of Westminster look rather restrained: Gothic Revival with Renaissance and Baroque flourishes. I’m not sure I like it exactly, but it’s certainly impressive.
Hungarian Parliament
Hungarian Parliament
Hungarian Parliament
Hungarian Parliament
Hungarian Parliament
Hungarian Parliament
By this time it was 3pm and our feet were starting to get sore from tramping the pavements. Before leaving the Basilica in the morning, we had bought tickets for an organ concert starting at 5pm. Just time to go back to our hotel for a cuppa before venturing out again.
Today’s explorations were all on the Pest side of the river. It reminded me a lot of Paris – broad boulevards lined with neo-classical architecture and, when you ventured down the side streets, a slight air of dilapidation. The next day we would cross the river into Buda for the first time (the cities merged in 1873). It was quite different.
In March, we gallivanted as far away as Budapest! More, much more, to come on that in due course.
So what else has been going on?
Aye Write!
Aye Write! is Glasgow’s book festival. For a couple of years I volunteered at it, but last year and this year we missed most of it by being on holiday. However, we attended a couple of sessions on the last weekend of this year’s festival.
Elaine C Smith and Anne Galastro
Joan Eardley collage
Elaine C Smith is a Scottish actress, comedian and activist. Outside Scotland – and I’m not even sure how far this travels – she’s probably best known as Mary Doll from Rab C Nesbitt. In discussion with novelist Alan Bissett, Elaine considered The books that made me – six titles that had a defining effect on her life. She’s maybe a year younger than I am so it was intriguing to match experiences: for example, we were both entranced by The lion, the witch and the wardrobe when a teacher read it aloud to our class of seven-year olds (and we both checked our Mum’s wardrobe in case Narnia was lurking there). I’m not sure if there was meant to be time for questions – there usually is – but the conversation flowed on and on. It was great!
The other session was more formal, an excellent talk by Anne Galastro based on the current exhibition in Edinburgh Joan Eardley: a sense of place, which we saw at the end of last year, and her book of the same title. I’m not sure how many of you will have heard of Eardley (1921-1963) because she died tragically young just as she was becoming well-known outside Scotland. She had two main subjects – the area around her studio in Townhead, Glasgow, where she befriended and painted the local children, and the fishing village of Catterline in North East Scotland where she had a (very primitive) cottage. If you’re anywhere near Edinburgh I recommend going to the exhibition before it closes on May 21st. Follow the link above for details and some highlights.
Women’s History Month
Maryhill WHM Editathon
March was Women’s History Month. To celebrate, we had a Wikipedia Editathon at Maryhill where we looked for articles to update with information about women’s history and wrote some new ones.
International Women’s Day (8th March) fell while we were in Budapest, as did the European Day of the Righteous on the 6th which honours those who have resisted crimes against humanity and totalitarianism. Jane Haining brings both these commemorations and Budapest together: She was a Church of Scotland missionary working in the city when she was arrested by the Nazis in 1944. She died in the concentration camp at Auschwitz later that year, and is the only Scot to be officially honoured for giving her life to help Jews in the Holocaust. We found her name on a memorial in the synagogue that we visited, and on a road called after her.
Memorial in Budapest
Jane Haining rakpart, Budapest
Wedding anniversary
On 21st March John and I celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary. We do have some more formal photographs in the loft somewhere, but finding them would involve climbing a ladder. This one comes from some old slides of Mum’s that I’ve been scanning, and shows the less than picturesque car park at the back of the church. As you can see, we didn’t go for the big white wedding – we were keen on being married, but not so keen on parties, so we kept it very small. We look so young!
Glen Finglas and Loch Ardinning
I thought I was going to have to report zero country walks, but the last weekend in March was absolutely glorious. Luckily, for the first time in weeks, we had nothing else planned so out we went.
Glen Finglas
Thanks to Elaine at I used to be indecisive whose postGlen Finglas Reservoir inspired us to take this walk on the Saturday. Our circular route climbed above the reservoir then dropped to the dam, and the site of Ruskin’s painting by Millais, before taking in the Byre Inn (excellent late lunch / early dinner) on our way back to the car.
Loch Vennacher
On Lendrick Hill
On Lendrick Hill
On Lendrick Hill
On Lendrick Hill
Glen Finglas Reservoir
Glen Finglas Dam
Glen Finglas Dam
Glen Finglas Dam
Glen Finglas Dam
Ruskin’s portrait
Site of Ruskin’s portrait
Brig o’ Turk
Byre Inn, Brig o’ Turk
Loch Ardinning
On Sunday, we went back to a walk that I’ve written about before – Loch Ardinning – so I’m just including a couple of shots here.
Loch Ardinning and Dumgoyne
Muirhouse Muir
The last bit
Instead of offering you a Scottish word to enrich your vocabulary this month, I’m offering you a phrase. You might have wondered about the title of Glasgow’s book festival, as mentioned above, Aye Write! I’m not sure exactly what the organisers intend, but I see several levels of pun. Yes, write! and I write! are probably obvious, but non-Scots might not know that Aye, right! is a Glaswegian expression of some scepticism, a double positive resulting in a negative meaning, i.e. I don’t believe it! or Not likely! (Anabel: I don’t eat out much, I prefer to watch my waistline. You: Aye, right! Your observation would be quite correct.)