Back in time in Jordanhill

After a lovely lunch at the Three Craws with Carolyn and baby Harris - he is such a gorgeous wee boy! - I found myself driving around the streets of Jordanhill early this afternoon. I do this from time to time and invariably find myself parked outside the house in Borden Road that I lived in between the ages of seven and thirteen. I could picture myself and my sister and parents coming and going through the front door and I wondered who lives there now. I noticed that the old wooden storm doors at the front have been replaced with modern glass and pvc doors, but apart from that it looked just the same. I noticed that all of the houses on one side of the road (ours) were built with red sandstone and the opposite side were all blonde sandstone. Perhaps they were designed by different architects, or perhaps the price of one kind of sandstone got cheaper than the other.

Then I drove up Munro Road to retrace (in reverse) the route that I used to walk home from hockey after games afternoons at school. Two strange things happened. Firstly I remembered a particular thought that I had one day walking down the road about forty-five years ago. I could remember thinking about symmetry just as I passed where I was when I was thinking about it, almost as if I had gone back in time. And secondly when I reached the school playing fields - they were gone! The space where they were is now a housing estate.