Well despite the Met Office telling me it was going to rain nonstop for the next
eternity four days, today actually was sunny and warmish, hurrah! So after getting an obligatory laundry hung out, we decided to try the new, fabby-dabby Riverside Museum.
This was not as straightforward an operation as I’d thought – first, Mr Rhubarb had to print out maps, and check different routes and methods of transport for getting there. And then it was midday, so we had to make a packed lunch. And walk the dog. So it won’t exactly come as a surprise to find that when we did get there around 2pm, the car park was full, there was a queue of cars waiting, and many many people milling around outside.
Which just didn’t spell fun for me – I am too misanthropic and impatient to go places with too many people. So a quick u-turn later, we decided to head up to Victoria Park.
What a good decision! The only thing marring it was that we’d not brought the dog, as he’d have LOVED all the friendly, bouncy pooches running around. The main attraction (for us at least) was Fossil Grove. It’s only open in summer, so a previous visit in November was unsuccessful, meaning that it had taken on some kind of mythological air.
The grove is the remains of some trees which grew there 100 million years ago (my head explodes when I try to conceive of these numbers) – back in the day when Glasgow was south of the equator, and mostly a steamy, tropical rainforest, swamp-type place. How times have changed… It’s just one small building where you can see the stumps and a few bugs, including a live tarantula, and some giant land snails. But the girls were totally into it, so much so that they were still enjoying the light show of a giant centipede and spider whooshing around, while Mr Rhubarb was amusing himself by making shadow puppet images of a tyrannosaurus rex and roaring, and i was kicking my heels and mumbling ‘can we go yet?’
There’s a nicely wild little garden round the back of the building (unfortunately some broken glass too) which was good for an explore and for pretending to be statues in.
The play park was pretty good too – plenty of play equipment, and a nice wee maze, with ropes and bells in the centre. We spent quite a while here too. The visit was rounded off with a FREE!! game of bowls.
Miss Small, predicably, tried to run off with the jack, placed her balls in front of it when she thought we weren’t looking and eventually was placed on the sidelines to look through the pictures on her sister’s camera. But the rest of us enjoyed it thoroughly, even if we are not any good, and the bowls look like they were dropped from a great height in a widely scattered pattern. If bowls aren’t your thing, there’s also tennis, putting and croquet.