A wondrous Govan Cross on a winter's night; a full moon sails through the dappled sky, bathing the world in an ethereal glow. The rolling hills of the transport museum rise on the north bank, and in the warm heart of Govan, the Christmas tree is restored and resplendent.
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I've only just noticed this. Just this day I was walking past this spot and being a bit dim I hadn't noticed the space was just a space until it was pointed out to me - a plinth with fresh air on it. A monument to nothing at all.
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