AN old man in a bunnet catches my eye in the lift.
“Quite something, isn’t it?” he smiles. I nod in agreement.
We’re in the Riverside Museum in Glasgow and it’s nothing short of cultural genius.
A museum, packed to the rafters with old transport relics from trams, buses and bikes to ships and even a subway carriage.
But there’s something in the way it is set out that makes all these old collectables appeal to visitors of all ages.
Classic cars line the walls and a velodrome of bikes hangs from the ceiling. Motorbikes on shelves are surrounded by garish, coloured lights.
Excited, screaming kids clamber over steam trains and aboard trams, keen to learn how people got around in the olden days.
Pensioners take a slow stroll down memory lane, absorbing the nostalgia as they check out the models of ships built on the Clyde many years ago.
It’s a cold, drizzly day and it looks like everyone is taking advantage of the free admission – and the café too.
Lunchtime on a Saturday is clearly primetime for hungry visitors.
We’re greeted by a long queue, snaking for what seems like miles.
My impatient – and now famished – other half suggests we go somewhere else. But we wait it out – and, boy, are we glad we do.
Within 15 minutes, we’re seated at a table, peeling off our coats as we gaze out of the ceiling to floor windows.
It’s a room with a view which stretches past the magnificent mast of the Tall Ship to the bright lights of the city beyond.
The waiter arrives promptly to deliver a high chair for a little friend we have with us and to take our order.
In no time at all, big mugs of steaming, hot latte are set down on the table.
As this is technically a late breakfast (it’s about 1pm – well, it is the weekend) we plump for sandwiches, followed by, you guessed it, a scone.
Fillings spill from the well-filled sandwiches which come with salad, so we’re stuffed before the scone arrives arrive.
But in true Scone Spy fashion, we appreciate there is ALWAYS room left for a spot of home baking.
I use the word ‘spot’ loosely there as when the gut-busting scone arrives, I almost fall off my chair.
It’s massive. Just as well I brought a mini Scone Spy along for the ride.
I smother it in butter and jam and we simultaneously wolf it down. It takes all three of us to clear the plate.
But it’s absolutely delicious – perfectly soft and fluffy.
My little companion shows her appreciation by scooping up the crumbs and rubbing them in her hair.
Always a sign of a wheely good feed!
WARM WELCOME 8/10 LOCATION, LOCATION 9/10 SCONE SCORE 8/10
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