Iâ€™m typing this mid afternoon on Friday, a little before heading over to Tramway for the first evening of events at the Instal festival. Iâ€™m writing now as I suspect Iâ€™ll be home too late tonight to write at length, though I have little of interest to add for now. After ten much needed hours of sleep I went for a walk this morning in search of breakfast, finally settling on a small cafÃ© somewhere down near Glasgow Central station. Since getting into town yesterday it has rained constantly, and the wind keeps getting up high, so making walking about a typically Glaswegian experience. I was soaked by the time I sat down to a cooked breakfast and a decent coffee, but along the way I had managed to take a few photos of the city, something I havenâ€™t really managed to do before as every visit here in the past has always been a bit rushed and there hasnâ€™t really been the time.
I sat and read over breakfast (Roger Scrutonâ€™s History of Modern Philosophy, which seemed quite apt to take along with me this weekend) and watched the rain run down the window in a suitably cinematic fashion before wandering out around the city (which is now essentially one big puddle) for a while longer. Another nap this afternoon (told you I was tired) and a further coffee back here at the hotel has set me up for what I hope will be the first of three thoughtful and enjoyable evenings. I will write more then, with some first impressions of the festival tomorrow. Anyone know where I can buy a cheap umbrella?