A good place to go when it’s freezing. The glasshouses are nice and warm.

Great together but also alone.

Not just an excuse for being ‘out of focus’.

Does the coffee stain turn breakfast into art?

Finally it’s stopped raining, the sun is out, there’s snow on the hills.

So, why are we leaving?

Fallen but not forgotten.

In the centre of Glasgow, by the Cathedral, an extraordinary hill where for centuries the wealthy have bought their way to God.

Now that it’s a little run down,it’s the perfect setting for a gothic novel.