Today’s photograph is of a bridge over the Forth and Clyde Canal in Glasgow.
I took the photograph when we visited Europe in 2000, but the reason for the photograph is that it’s the site of a notable incident in my childhood.
Back when I was five years old, we took a boat holiday on the canal, and during one moment where I got rather excitable (as kids that age are inclined to be), I accidentally knocked Dad’s glasses off his face and into the canal. I understand that he was not pleased.
If you know the story of Glasgow’s coat of arms, and believe in narrativium, then you might expect that Dad’s glasses were later miraculously recovered. Surprisingly, however, they weren’t, and presumably still lie buried in the mud beneath the water. Apparently it’s true that narrativium doesn’t exist on Roundworld.