One of the great things about Govan past, was that you could visit friends and family on foot. A brisk walk would take you to the streets and closes where your grannies, aunties, cousins, pals lived. You'd just drop in, door on the latch, and they'd give you a warm welcome.
Now, we are sadly dispersed and have to jump a bus, drive a car or even hop on board a plane to see our kith and kin. Unless you're lucky enough to have rellies close by, as I do, just along Govan Road.
The welcome's just as warm today when I appear at the door. We're having a fine spell of weather just now, and it's too nice to sit indoors so we head off for an evening constitutional.
Down on the fancy riverside walkway, we meet a number of dogs out on relief walks between the news and the evening's soaps. Everyone says hello to each other down here; there's a holiday air about it, relaxed and good humoured. Just needs an ice cream van.
Lady smokers are crowded around the entrance of the newly refurbished Riverside Hall, out for a break from the bingo, to fill their lungs.
Our circuit takes us along Govan Road, up Summertown Road, along Vicarfield Street, down Southcroft Street, where we're stopped by two 10 year olds, out on bikes.
"Where you's been?" A. wants to know.
"Out a walk. Where's J.?" we ask.
"He's away in."
"When yous going in?"
"We've t'be in for hauf 9."
"Done yer homework?"
They both grin sheepishly and shake their heads.
"When you doin' it?"
"Ah jist dae mines in ma bed." says A.