Day 413: Inchinnan Drive

Yesterday in Glasgow, when the Mind’s Eye group visited the Glenlee, the tall ship moored on the River Clyde, they walked by the Riverside Museum. Laetitia decided to start the day there with a guided tour. Later they went to the St. Mungo Museum of Religious Life and Art. St. Mungo (also known as St. Kentigern), a sixth-century Christian missionary, is the patron saint of Glasgow. The four miracles he is said to have performed are represented in the Glasgow coat of arms. His tomb is in the crypt of Glasgow Cathedral. Harry Potter fans may be aware of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Later their van driver took them to the village of Inchinnan in Renfrewshire, near the Glasgow airport. There was an airship (dirigible) company here during World War I. They viewed the recently restored Inchinnan swing bridge, a bascule (bridge that lifts vertically) over the White Cart Water. They went for a walk on Inchinnan Drive, number 13 in Rude Britain, a street along the edge of the village. On one side of the road is the industrial part of Inchinnan; the other side overlooks a green expanse and the Black Cart Water, a tributary of the River Cart that runs into River Clyde. Off in the distance is Glasgow Airport.

Clive, the van driver, walked with the group and happened to be next to Laetitia. He told Laetitia that the parking lots on the commercial side of the road are mostly empty at night and the view of the Black Cart Water and the planes taking off and landing in the distance makes it a favorite parking spot for lovers. One of his fondest memories as a young bachelor cab driver was when he picked up a young woman at the airport in his cab and she directed him to Inchinnan Drive. Laetitia thanked him and later wrote down the limerick of the day.

The day that he felt most alive
Was when a cab driver named Clive
Picked up a young fare
Who stroked his brown hair
And then told him, “Inchinnan Drive.”