A Glasgow weekend

A few weekends ago we made the long drive (by British standards) north to Glasgow to celebrate our friends' wedding. Neither of us had ever attended a ceilidh and after the fantastic time we had, I've decided that we need more Scottish friends!


We arrived on the Friday after a uneventful journey. James was stellar in the car and he tried his first bit of baguette when we went for dinner at the Mussel Inn. Certainly not the healthiest solids but he seemed to love the bread and allowed us to enjoy our meals.

We spent the morning before the ceilidh walking around Glasgow city centre and the West End where we visited the Kelvingrove museum.

James did really well at the ceilidh even if it was quite a bit after his bed time.

My favorite dance was called the 'cartwheel' (I think), which involved being spun around and lifted off of the ground (a first for me!).

I really am kicking myself for never attending a ceilidh when I was at the university of Edinburgh! Such fun and a great work out!