13 miles – warm, cloudy, occasional sunshine

A peaceful leafy start to the day through Mugdock country Park; however, little by little nameless industrial smells mingled with the elder, and the warning beeps of reversing lorries with the blackbird song. Milngavie (pronounced Mulgai – how do you get the one from the other?) encroached.

I was totally – and unexpectedly – beguiled by the Kelvin Walkway. It runs from Milngavie town centre to the very heart of Glasgow with no more than a quarter of a mile of roads en route – some achievement. At the start it is a simple path by a river, a little overgrown in places but always passable.


But I was was always aware of the urban sprawl, just in or out of sight, like a concrete and steel giant, collapsed after having been on a bender.


But the deeper I walked into Glasgow, the more impressive the Walkway was. Glasgow seemed to be on two levels: up above were the streets and buildings, the cars and the people; below flowed the River Kelvin with a sliver of wild woodland on either side – and the Walkway. Walking along the lower tier, it was the bridges which struck me again and again. This is a magical route, of which this beautiful city should be proud.




Glasgow feels like the fulcrum of my walk: although only a third of the distance has been covered, the hardest part is done. The rest should play out slowly but surely

This shelf of Whiskies looks just like the place to be and have a rest, we are following your journey and are full of admiration! Lots of love and strength!