Spring was something I really missed last year Down Under. In particular, I longed for a Scottish spring which always feels so well earned after yet another bitter winter of miserable sleet and so on. There’s something beautiful and fleeting about blossom, a dash of colour that may only last a couple of weeks but never fails to make me smile come late April and early May. Here’s some of this year’s springtime in Glasgow.

Around Kelvingrove

Kelvingrove

View across to Glasgow University

Anniesland

Bluebells

I friggin love blossom