Referring back to post 29-59.

I had a wander down past Dalmarnock Bridge a few weeks ago, and found that a little shelter had been built on one of the better piers - the centre one to be exact - and was made of scaffolding, supporting the now standard issue blue tarpaulin, and contained some seats and other items of hardware.

It had crossed my mind that it just might have been something official - having been on various bits of the Clyde Walkway, it could have been a shelter for some pour soul to sit for days and hours on end, counting the number of walkers and cyclists that used the path. I doubt they'd have been counting boats on the water - there's not a lot. Numbers of users on the path could possibly have been used to prove it was a little used feature, not worth maintaining, and could be scrapped or absorbed into something more useful/profitable for the forthcoming Commonwealth Shames.

But. of course, it's not...

It's a cosy little drinking den for the locals, somewhere they can stay cosy and dry if it rains, and throw the odd fishing line into the Clyde and maybe get a free meal to go with their wine.

As can be seen in the detail of the original pics, Buckie (Buckfast) bottle on the table, and Buckie bottle on the floor, under the seat on the left.

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doesn't work with Jehova's Witness, as two 'suits' tried to pick me up in the street last night, and get me to church.

I was on Eigg recently, a mile or so from anywhere, got stopped by one and given a leaflet!

MB

Alfresco dalmarnico

By the way, talking of power stations.  I have a book on the history of the electricity industry around Manchester.  This has a picture of the concrete "bomb-protection blocks" placed over the turbines during WWII, to protect them from bomb damage.  They had been taken outside and were being used postwar as workshop and canteen.  Presumably other power stations would have had similar protection.

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Picture of the Year and Alfresco Dalmarnico (or Dalmarnocko) quote of the year.

As I sat out in the back garden Patio(Or Green as we Greenockians call it) sipping another brand of Wine in the freezing cold(said to be more upmarket but probably cheaper by ABV in comparison to the Monks Vintnery concoction) it struck me that the Dalmarnico scene was no different from a street scene in say Naples or perhaps Valencia where the locals pass the time of day with some fruit of the vine and a few pals
beside the riverbank...perhaps the tourist people should be in on this.Strategically placed shelters along the walkway with full Buckie I should say bar service nearby...  

They could market it as the "Dalmarnock Experience".

Your on form today lads.  

Has anybody told Lisa, Bart and Principal Skinner that Springfield School has disappeared?