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