By Peter Rosengard, October 31, 2011
I spent last weekend in Glasgow. This came as a slight surprise to me as I was meant to be in the Highlands. I'd taken the midnight sleeper from Euston. But at the other end, after being driven down rain-washed, dark, granite-faced streets for five minutes, I said: "Wait a minute. Where's the heather? The mountains? The lochs?"