What a night! The weatherman has issued a warning for strong winds and gales from the west and by early evening it is whipping up into a full force storm.
I emerge from the subway at Govan Cross and am immediately drenched by sheets of rain and gusts of wind that almost knock me off my feet.
"And in the evening, lamps should shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine."
Cheery golden lights welcome the weary traveller into Govan's historic hostelry on this stormy night.