It still makes me smile when I see the remains of the Scotish Referendum about indipendency. The 14th September is deep in my memory. I spent that day in Glasgow on George Square. It was a day full of emotions and hope and YES flags all over the place. But the more it got towards 5 am the next day, all hope was gone. The city seemed to have a collective hang over.
My quite side road has immediately turned into a very interesting rubbish dumping place for several miles. Time always passes very quickly when I can study rubbish.
I also find it amazing how often plants manage to break through tarmac. How do they do that?
