A wet summer Sunday is as good a day as any for a walk in the Botanic Gardens, which this year celebrates its 200th birthday. Today I noticed something I hadn’t spotted before: the city’s motto Let Glasgow Flourish and its Coat of Arms sculpted into the wall of a building just inside the Gt Western Road/Byres Road entrance, complete with the tree that never grew, the fish that never swam, the bird that never flew and the bell that never rang.
For the story behind the City of Glasgow’s Coat of Arms, see here.
Benches make me think of open-air places: public parks, private gardens, lakes, beaches, picnics, sports, places in the city where you can have your lunch on a warm day…
But also the workbenches used by artisans, the schoolbenches used by children, the (back)benches occupied by politicians, the pews where churchgoers kneel, maybe also the judge’s (figurative) bench.
The solitary bench is a familiar image, showing splendid or melancholy isolation, often set in beautiful landscape.
A bench on one’s own, on the edge of the crowd, may be pretty melancholy too, but there’s something so forlorn about a broken bench, or a bench that’s made for conviviality but left empty.
Here are a few of the many benches I have come across recently.
Check out Where’s My Backpack for this week’s travel theme: Benches.