It's been twenty years + since I last swang a golf club, so it was with some trepidation that I went here yesterday morning to hit sixty-odd balls down a driving range. My mentors, Nick and Houston were very kind about my feeble efforts (even when I inadvertently almost hit them with the the flying head of an errant club). I managed to hit the ball fairly straight and hit targets a few times, but power was lacking, especially when compared to these guys, one who has been playing for forty years, the other who is built like the proverbial outside toilet. A good way to spend an hour or so - only trouble is, it's got me wondering about taking up golf again after all these years.
In the afternoon, I ended up in town with Ms GV and GV Girl No. 2. The latter is doing a course at the Art School, so it gave me an opportunity to visit the Mackintosh Gallery, checking out the Annual Fine Arts Staff Show : Borders, Crossings and Settlements. I enjoyed two pieces in particular. Stephen Jackson's 'Borderline, Northern Ireland: Southern Ireland' is a series of photographs featuring every border crossing between the two nations. Heige Mruck's 'Every Picture' is a video loop displayed on an Apple monitor, featuring family photographs taken over a six year period. It flashes through the photographs very quickly and it lasts well over an hour, but there was something utterly fascinating and beautiful about it. Well worth visiting: the show finishes on the 3rd November.
Then it was off street band watching, including a band from the what I suppose is mostly an African Redeemed Church of God. They had a great spot on the Concert Hall steps - very exuberant drumming, dancing children and a lead singer who spent most of the time bent double. I enjoyed listening and wondered if anyone would evangelise me. No one did! I either look holy enough or too much of a tough nut to crack? I eventually asked someone who had a few leaflets which church they were from, and she invited me to church tomorrow. I explained that I was a pastor myself so couldn't attend. 'You're a pastor?' she said and moved on. End of conversation. They'd gathered a reasonable crowd and there was a lot of energy. It's a great spot to witness from. Somehow I don't think many Scots' Christian worship bands would have the same effect.
My afternoon ended with some serious shoe shopping (why is it when I visit a proper shoe shop, the socks I have on are invariably the ones most full of holes?), and coffee with Ms GV.
I need to get a bit more work/fun balance. Yesterday felt like a good attempt.