CLVII – Dumbarton to Helensburgh

Hasteful MammalON THE second day of my recent trip, I awoke to find that the promised sunshine had delivered itself in abundance. The skies were blue and the weather warm while, down south in London, water was falling from the sky.  I knew then that, as I walked to Helensburgh, a dash of unashamed schadenfreude would enhance my every step.

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I Spy… the Gentle Glow of Gas Lamps

Hasteful MammalThink of Victorian London and what do you see in your mind’s eye? ‘Pea soupfogs, the yellow glow of gaslights, hansom cabs, Sherlock Holmes and Jack the Ripper.  Three of those five things are consigned to history and another one is fictional.  But one of them stubbornly refuses to go forth into that dark night. And so long as it keeps refusing, the night will never be so dark…

Gaslights.  Apparently, they never went away.

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