Scotland is the land of the mist and the chill. Scots wear wools regularly.

We would never have guessed that it would be in Glasgow where we could finally pull out short-sleeved shirts and shorts. We would never have guessed this would be the place we would get white raccoon tans around the eyes from sun and sunglasses.

We walked into City Center - only 1.6 miles from our apartment -- but it was an easy, very pleasant walk. We had not had breakfast, so first on the list was lunch. It's truly hard to choose when there are literary hundreds of choices. We had a nice lunch of sandwiches then set out. We saw all the important spots such as City Chambers, the University, Royal Concert Hall, Buchanan Galleries and George's Square.
We paused at the square to hold just a moment of silence to honor those who lost their lives in that horrible incident in Manchester just days ago. People left flowers and heartfelt notes. I read every note and every card. They brought tears to my eyes. I'm so sorry for the ones who so innocently lost their lives, and I'm sorry for the families whose loved ones will never return.

Why?

Today was sunny - almost hot. We have not seen this kind of sun and this kind of heat since week of Thanksgiving last year. The Scots came out of their homes and out of their offices. Crowds came out for lunch and probably did not go back to work. They don't get much sun here but when they do they revere in it. Some, actually, were fanning themselves and saying, it's far too hot too soon. We liked it. We have been cold for so long now that today's sun and heat was a wonderful blessing.

We saw a street sign that pointed to the Old Fruit Market. We went that way. It's not a fruit market at all today. It's now a cool indoor venue for concerts and events. Yet, it is still called The Old Fruit Market. We met a young man attending the desk there who gave us information about The Old Fruit Market and who also took the time to mark a map to show his recommended spots in Glasgow for us. He pointed out two places we had not considered, the Cathedral - which was exquisite, and the Oldest House in Glasgow. He also said we should stop by the Necropolis to at least see the marker for William Miller, the poet laureate who wrote, Wee Willie Winkie. Mr. Miller is not buried at the Necropolis; there is a monument there in his a tribute.

We visited all the places the young man recommended.

After having walked several miles throughout the day, we were ready to head home for the evening. We checked the map and found that we could walk to our apartment with only about a mile and a half walk. That sounded good. The afternoon was so pleasant we hoped to stretch it out. The walk turned into a three, maybe four mile walk because of construction detours and yes, a little miss-guided map reading. Of course, anywhere along the way we could have stopped for a bus or stopped and ordered up UBER, but stubborn people we are, we walked. I think the walk home was actually about five-miles -- we did our 15,000+ steps today for sure. The sun was still high up in the sky when we reached the apartment around 5:30 pm. We put on shorts, poured ourselves a glass of vino each, set out a bowl of peanuts and sat out in the Scottish afternoon sun for an hour and had a ball. We dreamed of next adventures.