Gets off the subway late at night and in the street it feels dead strange, like you're actually inside a house, although you're not. Maybe partly due to the weather being so mild? Not sure. Maybe because lots of here's been knocked down and the wee bits that are left feel cosy and familiar? Don't know.
So, crosses the road to have a squek at the beautifully refurbished fountain, complete with Govan Baby. After the disappointment of the stainless steel benches, this is a beauty. Can't complain. Can't wait for the celebration.