I'm on a bit of a book spree at the minute; some about colour, some about historical airships, and some about magnificent achievements, in particular my continued obsession with Lighthouses. I don't know why I'm so interested in these bygone instruments of safety; perhaps it's the human spirit element or the loneliness. There's something romantic about the thought of an isolated protector of life, keeping courageous ships from foundering on invisible rocks.Anyway I stumbled upon the book Sentinels of the Sea whilst looking for books on the Bell Rock lighthouse in the National Museum last weekend and it looked, from the various pictures of inside, like a fascinating insight into the history and construction of not just Scotland's lighthouses but worldwide. Sure enough, it's really quite amazing with hundreds of really detailed reproductions of the original plans and sketches for these towers of light. Beside each one is an explanation and brief history of why and where this particular design was built.
We had planned to head through to Glasgow today to visit the science museum. I awoke early, by which I mean I was awoken with a kick to the head and a grumpy stomp to the toilet. I was getting the loaf I prepared yesterday into the oven for lunch today, so got semi-dressed and down to get the oven on and lodge pan in. Back up to be for a little heat off the tiny person-shaped water bottle before heading for breakfast. It was then Mrs asked if I'd seen the fire. For the second time in the past 4 years the Glasgow School of Art was ablaze, only this time it looked far more intense and somewhat insurmountable. What a travesty. I'd never been in to the building but revered it nonetheless. Emma was a bit more down about it, as she was familiar with the building and the renovations that were in progress. It took a wee dampener from our trip through to Glasgow and after a few mis-fires we decided to head to the National Museum of Scotland, in our Capital, once the bread was baked, sandwiches made and we were ready to go.