I used this photo a few posts ago of where I grew up in Nitshill. It started off a nice well kept scheme/estate then over the years went slowly downhill. I was lucky in that I grew up in the 1960s when it was still good ( this photo was taken early 1980s, 'the thatcher years' of heavy industry collapse and mass unemployment in many northern towns and cities.) I recently bought a book about Glasgow scheme life called Shuggie Bain, I haven't read it yet as it probably depicts an all too familiar tale of poverty, slum life, alcohol and misery. Been there- done that.
Luckily for me I only had to walk five minutes from my front door and I crossed into another world entirely. The magical lands of 'The Shire.' It was a transformation every bit as impressive as Dorothy and Toto going from drab flat dusty Kansas into vibrant bright Oz... or stepping through and out of a certain tricky wardrobe into a mysterious land... or disappearing into the sunken depths of Mythago Wood... or Anodos crossing the invisible border into Phantastes from 1858, a less well known book nowadays perhaps yet one that heavily inspired (along with the darker dreamlike companion novel Lilith) later fantasy/folklore offerings such as The Lord of the Rings. Narnia and the Alice books. "Know your beginnings." Novalis.
Goodbye gangs and poverty- hello adventure and colour....
Imagine you had all this across the road from you. Wouldn't you go there instead? So I did. I willingly stepped straight into fairy land... and some might say....I've been there ever since.
It was and is a wonderful place and just like the 1960s and 1970s books I've been re- reading and rediscovering again during our long year of Covid 19 I love them all and I enjoy and marvel at this incredibly varied landscape still... and always will. And it's made a nice change from crime/detective novels which seem to dominate modern books. Above and below- The back lands around Barrhead and Neilston.
Each and every spring, summer, and autumn we escaped into this magical kingdom of rolling drumlins, small woods, streams, meadows, gentle escarpments, and ponds. I've still never found/seen anything like this landscape elsewhere in Scotland but it does remind me of many English uplands and small grassy hill ranges down there. The Cotswold Escarpment, North and South Downs, Chilterns, Malvern Hills and many more. The wondrous realm of fairies and sunshine I wandered into long, long ago. The first religion.
This is one. Direct origins perhaps?
and does this classic damselfly pose not bear an uncanny resemblance to the human heart motif we have used for many centuries? I wonder which one inspired the other?
30 minutes walk in another direction took us to here. More wonders. Rouken Glen Park.
One of several waterfalls in 'The Shire.'
Further afield, a bike ride away, other lands awaited. Funnily enough, given all this on the doorstep, relatively few teenagers from the various estates ( Nitshill Priesthill, Pollok, Arden ) were drawn to wander here so we had this golden land mostly to ourselves. Yet another wonder of the age.
A buzzard above... as our spirit guide.
Round every corner great new views spurred us on to explore further. I would have gone myself and sometimes did but my luck held and I often had two or three same aged friends to travel with. " Those happy carefree days of childhood that may never come again" as someone once said...
Walking or cycling it's a fantastic landscape but with few lay bys for cars in this area, train or bus travel gives extra scope to explore and an OS landranger map offers visitors a unique experience in the modern era. Hopeful solitude for efforts undertaken. Nowadays you can take public transport into Faerie land. Train or bus to Barrhead, Patterton or Neilston
Kilmacolm view. I had several other posts prepared before this one but they were all recent local walks without much inspiration in them- my muse missing in action.... until I discovered two old folders labelled 'The Shire.' Simon and Jaelithe country. Harlequin and Colombina reborn.
Bluebell woods.
Strange things can occur here... I still have no idea what these creatures are?
Cows and ridges. Misty morning.
An inviting network of minor roads, perfect for cycling but tough on the legs with all the ups and downs involved. Made even more poignant when I realise that I may never have the strength and energy again to do a large circuit like this one on the bike as old age catches up with me. Unless electric bikes come down in price or I come into some spare money.
'The fairest of a thousand shires.' The summit view from Duncarnock, above.
Castle Semple Loch.
Who needs Disneyland and the Mouse House when you have nature as characters.
Hungry geese tuck into a breakfast of grass. I prefer cornflakes myself.
After a bare drab northern winter you have the pure lush joy of summer to look forward to again. At least for a few months.
Hedgerows bursting with wild flowers and colour. Meadowsweet and rose bay willow herb here.
Each new path a twisting delight of colour and buzzing bees. The steady background hum of high summer in head high vegetation. The Red Queen's maze to draw you in.
My favourite small dam but just one of many in this area. Dozens to chose from. And, as of old, in each deep pool, a tiny spirit resides.
Great crested grebe and juvenile.
Necklace of ponds.
An emerald kingdom.
'Somewhere down the reedy river.' A visual invitation to explore I could never refuse. Howwood and the Black Cart Water
The Barrhead Dams. One mile from my house. How could any youngster refuse all this? Treasures of the mind.
To be continued...
6 comments:
Idyllic!
I'm never sure why so many urbanites don't see the beautiful bits of landscape not far from the city centres but many don't. Richard does however... he could spend all his time mooching around the suburbs of Bradford but he lives opposite a lovely, extensive woodland and spends a lot of his time in there instead. Surprisingly few others do...
Hi Anabel,
All the big four Glasgow estates have surrounding woods and farmland to escape into but only Pollok/Nishill has such an abundance of drumlins, rolling countryside and reservoirs/ ponds/lakes/rivers scattered in all directions.
Cheers Carol.
I always just assumed Bradford and Sheffield would be fairly grey places to live given their industrial past so I was pleasantly surprised watching the Back in Time series to find them two very interesting cities, full of green woods, rolling urban hills and fine architecture. I'd enjoy exploring them as well. Flat cities without any hilltop views are never as much fun.
“I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
I am glad that you crossed the road, and turned your back on the other route. Your life could have been so very different.
Hi Rosemary,
I never thought that myself however as I liked the people as well, both in the shire and in Nitshill/Pollok area- they often provided the real unexpected excitement in my life. Can't have Yin without Yang.
Quote I like from Tolkien is his advice driving up to roundabouts " charge them and they scatter!" A driving philosophy that may have worked when fewer cars were on the roads but not now, in the modern era.
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