Friday, 12 April 2024

Govan. Cessnock. Kinning Park. Solo Subway Trip. A journey into the past... and future.

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For the first time in years I took a trip on Glasgow's Underground. The 'Clockwork Orange'. So named because it travels round in a circle connecting the city centre and inner city districts on both banks of the River Clyde and it's orange. I was curious to see if my over 60s ticket would still work as so many train stations these days are fully automated with ticket machines only... meaning I have go on a train first to get the discount from a human conductor. Hoping there's one available on the train. Not always the case these days. Anyway, human office staff still exist at Partick Underground so far so I jumped one stop under the River Clyde to Govan and also found out my £1:50 ticket meant I could jump on and off at any stop that day an unlimited number of times. Unfortunately it was not like the London Underground, running out in all directions into far flung suburbia so Govan was the only place I fancied going that day.


I've got so many memories of the underground network here when I was a youngster as my sister stayed in Ibrox when she first got married in a tenement flat and I went down to visit her often when I still stayed in Nitshill. Shopping for her, and occasionally me tagging along, was usually done on Paisley Road West around Ibrox and Cessnock. These shops. Although different versions existed in the 1960s.


 Cessnock Shops. So I remember what it was like to stay/live in an inner city district, miles from the countryside, rather than where I grew up on the edge of the green belt, where we moved to as a family when I was around two, into a brand new council estate. Dairy cows, farms, green fields, woods, waterfalls, ruined mansions, and streams entranced me from a  young age. It could all have been very different though as we originally stayed in the inner city district of Kinning Park in an old tenement flat there surrounded by an industrial landscape of warehouses and factories, still there to this day. Very close to Kinning Park subway in fact. The street we lived in is no longer there, replaced by the M8 motorway as another neighbour was offered a house in Nitshill but didn't want to leave Kinning Park and all her friends so she swapped over into my parents flat and we got offered her new Nitshill house instead.


 Thank **** she did as I would pick this location growing up.....above


 over this one ... every single time...completely saved by serendipity yet again. The true goddess of my entire life. Being stuck out in the countryside didn't suit everyone though if they preferred the buzz of city life. This is central Govan but it might as well be Kinning Park, another densely packed inner city tenement district not that far away. I never bothered walking to there this time as the street we lived in no longer exists  but it was very similar to this environment. Many folk my parent's age or older liked or were conditioned to feel comfortable in this type of neighbourhood, growing up with loads of shops below the tenements, cinemas, dance halls, pubs, shipyards. factories, and the like all five minutes walk away. Whereas the new council estates built on the outskirts of Glasgow, often miles from the city centre, had very little of these older district facilities... just long rows of tenements sprawling over hillsides, several schools, church or chapels and a few basic food shops scattered here and there. For many adults used to this setting, above, it was an unfamiliar leap into the unknown but for a child growing up not knowing anything else it was truly fantastic. Heaven. Not many cars, thousands of trees; nature and abundant wildlife five minutes walk away. Children allowed to play outside all day, mostly unsupervised. An entire brave new green world to explore stretching into the far distance in all directions. A popular TV series of that time 1960s- 1970s was Bonanza, a long running USA weekly western about a father and his three adult sons living on a remote ranch, the Pondarosa, who had a long horse ride into their nearest town for supplies so the outlying housing estates got nick-named that as well as the residents there also had a long, sometimes torturous, bus ride back into the city centre shops for several decades until outlying retail shopping centres opened further out into suburbia, cutting journey times. Most folk I'd imagine, including me, shop in these more convenient retail parks now, five minutes from the house, rather than endure the hour long slog to get back into the city centre by bus. ( The Pondarosa nickname for any far flung housing estate or town probably not unique to Glasgow or even the UK given the worldwide popularity of that programme back then with only a few TV channels, (viewed on black and white grainy screens), to choose from.


 

Cessnock Subway entrance. Another station I knew well decades ago. This area has hardly changed in 60 years... or even older.


 A famous Rangers pub on Copland Road taken from the subway entrance there.



 

Rangers stadium at Ibrox. On match days you could hear the supporters roar out if their team scored a goal from my sister's flat. Later on they would move ( her husband and three young children) to new town Cumbernauld and then finally to Australia.

 

The other reason for visiting these districts, apart from nostalgia, was to capture some murals. Mystic one here.


 

 

Sir Alex Ferguson mural on Crossloan Road in Govan. Sir Alex learned his impressive man management skills working in the tough pubs and clubs in Govan as a younger resident of the district. Something that helped him later on as he understood people and how they ticked, even before they did themselves.




 Mary Barbour and Isabella Elder mural. The first a prominent organizer and campaigner during the Govan rent strikes and the latter a well known local philanthropist and wife of shipyard owner John Elder who died age 45 at work like a lot of hard grafting Victorian entrepreneurs. She lived on for many years and devoted her time to improving the life of others with local donations and charity work.

 

The daffodil girl on Govan Road. Used to know someone who lived in this building many years ago.


One of a series of murals on Taransay Street in Govan. Used to know somebody here as well.


The museum of shipbuilding in Govan. Fairfield shipyards.

 

The birds. Fairfield Shipyard main entrance. At their height all the shipyards employed thousands of workers in each yard along the full length of the River Clyde. 



Mary Barbour Sculpture outside Govan Underground Station.

 

Elegant period tenement just across the road. Many of the buildings here date to the late 1800s to early 1900s making Govan an interesting place for a visit. At the moment a lot of new architecture is springing up as well which is another reason for a visit.


 

 

Brand new modern tenements in Govan. These are similar to others I've noticed around Glasgow and elsewhere. OK but a bit bland for my tastes so I've added my own extra elements as I like a spot of colour in new buildings. Some additional character to make them stand out more.


 What they could look like for not much extra cash. A few pots of paint or coloured plastic strips and discs attached while the scaffolding was still up. A wasted opportunity perhaps? Too late now.

 

Another new block close by.



 

More new flats in the area.



My retouched version.


 Even had a go at a Banksy tree in Elder park which had all its limbs recently chopped off. Normally I like Banksy artwork but his recent tree improvement was just a green mess close up and the splashed white paint only improved it in my opinion. Still worth millions though. Done mine in under five minutes which is why it's also crap but street artists need to be quick. Red dots are apples. Not something you normally see in Elder Park on a tree.

 

Govan Press building built 1890. Note the famous printing heads.

 

 

The other reason I thought of Govan for a visit was to see how the new swing bridge was getting along, seen here. Not finished yet. They are also building another new bridge across the River  Clyde between Renfrew and Yoker. Always something happening in a city although I'm still glad I live on the outskirts. I like woods and green countryside on my doorstep. I always have. A ferry has existed between Govan and Patrick at this spot since ancient times so it's only in recent years that link was removed. Being two ancient fishing villages on either bank connections between them has always been strong until that ferry link ended in the 1960s with the collapse of heavy industry and the transportation of thousands of workers across the river no longer required. A traditional link between two working class communities on its way to being restored again in 2024.

 

Brechins Bar. Govan. Built 1894.


 


Shipyard cat that died of its many wounds killing rats after an outbreak of vermin in the shipyards.  High up on Brechins Bar building. A touching tribute.

 

Period Street recreation in shop window. Govan.


 

 

Close up detail.

 

The real thing. Lyceum Cinema. Closed for many years but I remember going here as a youngster to see Carry on Camping. It was not my idea of entertainment, (suggested by two friends,) but getting chased by the Govan Team then several other teenage gangs on the way back home through Pollok gave our trip here some extra spice.
 


 Traditional Govan Tenements.

 

Govan Town hall. Built in 1901 and B listed. At one time in its long history Govan was a rival to Glasgow in power and influence, especially religious authority in the medieval era, which is why this is such an impressive structure and why Govan old parish church contains a fine collection of hog back stones, carved grave markers, in a unique Viking style formation. The Clyde was much shallower then with sandbanks, islands, and various narrow channels only suitable for smaller craft so Govan was first on the river and easier to arrive at for visitors.  It only came under the faster growing Glasgow's control by the early 1900s. Before that it was an independent burgh.... when most of these fine period buildings were erected. Both Partick and Govan taking care of their own affairs for hundreds of years until the growing city expanded further down the River Clyde on both banks, swallowing them up eventually in its grasp.


 


Still my favourite modern flats in Govan. Instantly cheers the place up. Even on a rainy day.

 

Friday, 5 April 2024

Corlick Hill and a Lesser Known Balcony Trail. Off the Beaten Track.

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All last summer of 2023 we motored past Corlick Hill in Alan's car heading for other hills in the area. Corlick was missed out as it didn't look that impressive, being just a smooth grassy slope with a track running up it to an invisible summit out of sight. With a multitude of better looking small hills to bag it was only when we'd climbed them and seemed to be running out of hill walking options that Corlick Hill was considered. How wrong could we be... it turned out to be a five star day out. 

 

Although situated in a vast expanse of high moorland beside the Gryffe (or Gryfe on some maps) Reservoir my pocket guidebook claimed it was a fine viewpoint and an airy summit with a circular descent possible via said reservoir back to the car. A few hours duration.


This part of Inverclyde is wild and empty, as shown here.


And the path up the hill was an easy to follow track before turning into a grass path just below the summit slopes, as seen here.


A small wind turbine park of around a half dozen poles sits close to the summit, which was another thing putting us off it.

 

If you could ignore them views were impressive...

 

Moorland Empire.... Unfortunately it was a very murky grey, dark day looking inland over Inverclyde and the higher ground only amplified that effect.


 

 

The path descending to the Gryffe Reservoir looked even murkier and as we'd both cycled down it before on a bike tour years ago I decided to skip that for something else.

 

Three notice boards beside the wind turbines gave us some insight as to past uses around the hill.
 


Including a Roman Fortlet on the moor, and lights laid out on the hillsides to confuse German Bombers flying over looking for targets during the Second World War....




 

Not always successfully obscured from planes.


 But the highlight of this walk occurred when, instead of going down towards the murky depths of the Gryffe Reservoir we descended in the opposite direction, marching over trackless boggy slopes to end up overlooking the three Inverclyde towns of Port Glasgow, Greenock and Gourock.

 

A much better view directly above Greenock with a container ship getting ready to depart. We were both very impressed with this 'human drone' view. And the weather was better as well, some blue sky and brief sunny intervals appearing once free of the higher moorland murky summits.


 Which reminded me at least of Arthur's Seat views above Edinburgh but far less well known or frequented by walkers.


 It turned into a fantastic level balcony trail, with further interest out to sea as we followed the departing container ship's progress down the Clyde estuary.


 Guiding container ship tug and sugar boat wreck in this one.


 The sugar boat's upturned hull which we reached in Alan's boat last summer. A long way out once you arrive there in the dead centre of the Firth of Clyde.... sitting in a rubber ring.

 

I also had much earlier memories of the Inverclyde towns when I met two sisters from this district who spent time between Glasgow and here in the mid 1970s due to various family commitments.  Like many teenagers of that period I had a burning desire to travel down to London, lemming like without really thinking it through in practical terms, as all the best music and creativity seemed to come from there at that time. No idea what I was going to do for money once I arrived though so an invitation to visit this area instead was a preferred compromise as I'd already started an apprenticeship in Glasgow and only had selected weekends free. I had two very memorable back to back 'summers of sunshine' down here so they definitely saved me from being yet another runaway to the big city by offering me a different world to explore with them instead.


 

 

All the first seasons experienced down here as an impressionable teenager proved wonderful though... far better than London. For a start I had two pretty tour guides showing me around...(something I've never had since then. Wah! ) In winter the surrounding mountains plastered in snow meant this seaport could be anywhere in the world, Scandinavia, Alaska, Iceland.... our own vivid imagination filled in any gaps in the narrative... and we had great music coming out every few weeks to keep us entertained. Bolan, Bowie, Roxy, The Velvet Underground, Slade, Sweet.... actually a better time than the 1960s for us. Television in colour for a start. Music press and magazines around so we could follow said bands. Not so many old time acts hogging Top of the Pops, the 1960s boasting numerous examples of ancient relics of vaudeville or music hall concerts we had to sit through for one prized act suitable for teens taste but often two or three cool bands on at a time every week by the mid 1970s.  

 

Greenock's Titan Crane viewed from the slopes of Satan. 

 

James Watt College in Greenock. Now called West College as part of a larger extended group of buildings in the region.


 

 

As you can see from this photo the terrain is not that hard to walk across but being pathless few people do. We often did in the mid 1970s as that was one of the highlights of arriving down here... climbing the various ridges and small hilltops overlooking the three towns in every season. Even under six feet of snow and building basic igloos. My first real mountain day trips...

 

You can go as high or as low as you like yet the route still comes out at the start of the path below Corlick Hill. A belter of a walk. I did eventually get down to London but by that time I'd changed my ambitions and my interests, preferring to search for something tangible instead... rather than just an illusion....but only on weekends or holiday periods, learning that much bigger Metropolis the hard way... exploring one district at a time over two decades of trips.
 


 

And here's a very different take on nostalgia. Not all roses by any means back then.... but being young it was exciting.

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7xd4g7