Windy, rainy, cold. Suzanne, brave woman that she is, set off (alone) to harvest veg for dinner in the morning while the rest of us lounged around reading the papers. Plans to walk to Kibble Palace in Kelvingrove Park gave way to a ride in the car as we managed to persuade her that this was a much better idea. The winter gardens, with a floor space of 2,189m, really are very beautiful with one part being dedicated to orchids; some of the Australian ferns have been there since the 19th century. It's history is interesting too. Built for a private Estate on Loch Long in the 1860's, it was dismantled from 1872 onwards for removal to Glasgow by barge up the Clyde and by cart. It was closed for rennovation in 2003 with the plants being housed elsewhere, and dismantled and transported to South Yorkshire for repair. Phew! There was also a rather nice statue of Ruth as well so I just had to have my photo taken next to but as she looked a whole lot better after a hard day's gleaning than I did in my anorak and woolly bonnet, you're not getting to see it! Well, I'd done a hard day's coughing! A quick whizz around an exhibition of paintings by local artists in an adjacent building and we headed off in search of "Tattie Mac's" which had had a good write up in The Herald, for a late lunch. Despite the name, it was a small, modern place seving bistro food and not a baked spud in sight!
Arrived home to find that Suzanne's Dad, a man with an interesting on life and storys was already there. Dinner of roast beef appeared as if by magic and we all went to bed feeling well fed and happy.
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