The Urban Fly Fisher

So I am getting married on Saturday. Who would have thought the whole thing would come around so quick. My kilt is picked, my speech is partially written, the presents are flooding through (I am amazed at how generous people are) and I am leaving for Paris on Sunday. With a bit of luck there will be no cars left for the rioters anyway.

Every morning on my way to work I take a little detour and walk up to a bridge that goes over a railway track. I can see in the distance some wasteland and the Clyde flowing past. I can’t help stopping and having a thought about the water from the Kelvin that is flowing into the Clyde and all the salmon that are running up it. It really does look nice; I may take a picture of it tomorrow.