This week I'm saying goodbye to Glasgow.
I've been here (on and off) since I was seventeen, so the city is layered with years of memories. I think what I'll miss most are:
The Kingston Bridge. Driving high over the river with views of the city spread out underneath ...
... and knowing where to find misfits and vagabonds when I want to.
Stand by for pastoral posts about dew-bedecked grass and squirrels. Perhaps.