On the same day I took a bus ride back to my old haunts in South Nitshill then walked across the lanes and several fields into Barrhead, described in an earlier post a few weeks ago, my final destination was always going to be this place. The Barrhead Alps. or more precisely and accurately... The Fereneze Hills, seen here, above, from the Asda supermarket in Barrhead, The Brownside Braes and The Gleniffer Braes which all run into each other without any noticeable boundaries or change in character. The hills of my childhood walks but also great hills to explore today for any age. The first set of hills I ever climbed, first with my mum, my aunt and her children, us three youngsters aged six to eight or so, then later on my own or with same aged friends. It seemed amazing then, on long summer days, that you could walk from here right across the hills to Paisley- at that age, to us, 12 or so by that point, an unbelievable distance away. This was 'Adventure' with a capital A.
This is Hillside Road, and you follow this street, up to the left, past upmarket properties and our path to the hills. A signposted lower level cycle track running to Neilston in one direction and Paisley in the other can also be accessed here, This cycle track is found to the left of this same tenement just up out of shot. ( I mention this as it's not that obvious for first time visitors.)
It is a truly breathtaking sight to see it all spread below you, like a living map, building after building, street after street, town after town, stretching away from your toes to the far horizon eastwards. The Great Metropolis of Central Scotland. Beat that Edinburgh!
And a reverse view looking from Pollok over Nitshill up towards Neilston Pad and the start of the high moors.
"What foul place is this!!?? I thought to myself, stepping off my metal chariot into an empty wasteland, a few well scattered ancient buildings the only visible structures, giving off a dim, sickly light in an otherwise black landscape. I was temporarily discombobulated, cold, damp, and tired by this stage. Temperature dropping below zero now the sun had vanished. " Satan save me." I whispered, looking around as the safety and illumination of the bus disappeared.
It turned out to be Tradeston. Not an area to linger in after sunset unless you are a hungry, rather desperate, un-fussy vampire. Therefore, I made a speedy exit to the brighter waterfront to hide among the humans.