What did you bring?” Stuart kissed my cheek and then reached to accept my bag from Jeffrey.
“Oh, I just packed a small bag should I decide to stay as you asked of me. A lady can never be too prepared.” I turned to address Jeffrey. “Thank you, I will call if I find myself in need of transportation.”
“I told you, I would be more than happy to give you a ride back to the hotel if you don’t want to stay,” Stuart interjected into the conversation. Though it bothered me that he felt the need to interrupt, I kept my cool.
“And I told you that I am more comfortable with providing my own transportation. Thank you anyway.” I nodded at Jeffrey to assure him that it was fine to leave.
“Well, I thought we would go for a drive and stop somewhere to enjoy the picnic I have prepared.” Stuart placed my bag into the back of his car and then opened the passenger side door for me. I was still getting used to things being on the opposite sides from what they were in the States. “Your chariot awaits, Cinderella.” He opened the car door and made a grand sweeping gesture with his arms before bowing to me.
“Why thank you kind sir.” After performing a slight curtsey, I took his hand, and sat down.
Stuart got into the car and said, “Well, we’re off then.”
We sat in awkward silence as we drove to Glasgow Green, a park in the east side of Glasgow on the northern bank of the Clyde River. It was absolutely breathtaking. There was so much there to see and do. Walking around hand in hand for a bit, we looked at everything. We stopped in front of the McLennan Arch at the north-west entrance to the park and asked someone to take a picture of us in front of it. Continuing on, we stopped at the Nelson Monument.
“This was originally built in 1806 in dedication to Admiral Horatio Nelson. He was a British flag officer that was famous for his service in the Royal Navy during the Napoleonic Wars. It stands nearly one hundred forty-five feet tall. Four years after it was erected, it was struck by lightning and the top twenty feet of it toppled to the ground, but it was repaired not long after. In 2002, we spent almost $1,500,000.00 to restore it to its original condition and install floodlighting.” Stuart stood on the opposite side of the monument from me as he told me about it.
“It sounds like you know your history.” I took a few snapshots of the monument as he spoke to me.
“Thanks, but I just read the plaque.” Stuart laughed as he answered me and came back around to where I was standing. “Shall we continue?” He took me by the hand and kissed my cheek.
“Absolutely, I love the history here.” I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and fought it back. Nope, he was not getting in that easily.
After stopping at a few other landmarks and taking pictures, we walked across the St. Andrews Suspension Bridge, stopping in the center so I could take pictures of the sun setting over the river. Stuart had sent me photos online, but to actually be there and see it all for myself was a whole other experience altogether. It was simply awe-inspiring. The richness of the colors was like none I had ever seen before and I felt myself getting caught up in their natural beauty. I had to stop myself from being swept away and make sure my feet were both firmly planted in reality. I could not allow this time with Stuart to cloud my judgment.
“Are you hungry?” Stuart whispered against my neck as he walked up behind me on the bridge and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Yes, I could eat. This is such a lovely place for a picnic.” I stepped away from him, turned, and took a picture of him. I didn’t really care about the picture, but I used it as an excuse to not be that close to him. He was making it difficult to follow my script.
“Oh, we’re not eating here. Come on, it won’t take us long to get to our picnic destination.” Stuart
“Oh, I just packed a small bag should I decide to stay as you asked of me. A lady can never be too prepared.” I turned to address Jeffrey. “Thank you, I will call if I find myself in need of transportation.”
“I told you, I would be more than happy to give you a ride back to the hotel if you don’t want to stay,” Stuart interjected into the conversation. Though it bothered me that he felt the need to interrupt, I kept my cool.
“And I told you that I am more comfortable with providing my own transportation. Thank you anyway.” I nodded at Jeffrey to assure him that it was fine to leave.
“Well, I thought we would go for a drive and stop somewhere to enjoy the picnic I have prepared.” Stuart placed my bag into the back of his car and then opened the passenger side door for me. I was still getting used to things being on the opposite sides from what they were in the States. “Your chariot awaits, Cinderella.” He opened the car door and made a grand sweeping gesture with his arms before bowing to me.
“Why thank you kind sir.” After performing a slight curtsey, I took his hand, and sat down.
Stuart got into the car and said, “Well, we’re off then.”
We sat in awkward silence as we drove to Glasgow Green, a park in the east side of Glasgow on the northern bank of the Clyde River. It was absolutely breathtaking. There was so much there to see and do. Walking around hand in hand for a bit, we looked at everything. We stopped in front of the McLennan Arch at the north-west entrance to the park and asked someone to take a picture of us in front of it. Continuing on, we stopped at the Nelson Monument.
“This was originally built in 1806 in dedication to Admiral Horatio Nelson. He was a British flag officer that was famous for his service in the Royal Navy during the Napoleonic Wars. It stands nearly one hundred forty-five feet tall. Four years after it was erected, it was struck by lightning and the top twenty feet of it toppled to the ground, but it was repaired not long after. In 2002, we spent almost $1,500,000.00 to restore it to its original condition and install floodlighting.” Stuart stood on the opposite side of the monument from me as he told me about it.
“It sounds like you know your history.” I took a few snapshots of the monument as he spoke to me.
“Thanks, but I just read the plaque.” Stuart laughed as he answered me and came back around to where I was standing. “Shall we continue?” He took me by the hand and kissed my cheek.
“Absolutely, I love the history here.” I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and fought it back. Nope, he was not getting in that easily.
After stopping at a few other landmarks and taking pictures, we walked across the St. Andrews Suspension Bridge, stopping in the center so I could take pictures of the sun setting over the river. Stuart had sent me photos online, but to actually be there and see it all for myself was a whole other experience altogether. It was simply awe-inspiring. The richness of the colors was like none I had ever seen before and I felt myself getting caught up in their natural beauty. I had to stop myself from being swept away and make sure my feet were both firmly planted in reality. I could not allow this time with Stuart to cloud my judgment.
“Are you hungry?” Stuart whispered against my neck as he walked up behind me on the bridge and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Yes, I could eat. This is such a lovely place for a picnic.” I stepped away from him, turned, and took a picture of him. I didn’t really care about the picture, but I used it as an excuse to not be that close to him. He was making it difficult to follow my script.
“Oh, we’re not eating here. Come on, it won’t take us long to get to our picnic destination.” Stuart
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