Wednesday, 5 November 2014
I feel quite broken hearted this chill evening at the thought of loved ones passed away and the physical sites associated with them. So sad.
From one end of Govan to the other, we check for the annual carnival of fire, but naught to be found.
For starters, there's no possible site from Golspie St., Shaw St., Rathlin St., McKechnie St. Every square inch of sperr grun is built on. You could have a fire at Water Row, but nothing's there. Nothing at the riverside, no sign at Orkney St., Broomloan Rd., Vicarfield St., the sperr grun by The Bells. Not a flicker of flame at the Graving Docks, even though this trumps everywhere in Govan for best site for a bonfire. I'm quite confident of a whooshing blaze at Clynder St., as there was last year. But . . . turn the corner, and, there's nothing.
It's a beautiful night; clear, starry sky of Prussian blue and a glowing moon rising above the tenements. By the time we set off our own fireworks, it's late. The full moon has risen to the pinnacle of the sky and a white ground frost is sparkling.