All good things….

My last 2 shifts were early Saturday and Sunday at the Ibrox stadium for the Rugby Sevens. My lovely host Erika got up at the break of dawn to give me a lift into Glasgow.

Unfortunately I wasn’t one the lucky Clyde-siders who got to be on the side lines to attend to the wounded hunky rugby players, but it was a thrill to be there nonetheless.

This was my first experience of Rugby Sevens and I have to say it was fantastic, so exciting. Not only the games but the entertainment in between as well, good old Des clarke was on hand again to stir up the crowds with Kiss Cam, Air guitar Cam, Karaoke and Bongo Cam. The crowd got behind every single team especially the underdogs such as Uganda playing New Zealand, every try scored was cheered on, whichever team got the point.

To my knowledge there was no crowd trouble for either of the days. Luckily my partner Katie and I only had 3 incidents to attend to, so all in all it was a fantastic end to my Commonwealth Games experience.

I am so delighted that I made the effort to apply to become a volunteer back in May 2013. When I traveled to Scotland this time last year for my interview I had no idea how fabulous it would be. I have made some fantastic friends and had the most amazing time.

Now it’s all ended I feel I need to do more to challenge myself so I’m thinking of joining the British Red Cross, initially as a first aider for events, but maybe to volunteer abraod and use my nursing skills.

Watch this space.

 

Steve, carole and Katie at ibrox

Last training

The day after my first shift I had an early start to do some venue training at Ibrox Stadium, home of the Rangers and the venue for the rugby sevens. All of the first aiders from the night before were there and we all looked as jaded as each other from the long shift and late night.

Fortunately the training didn’t go on for too long and we were set free at lunchtime, so I took the underground into the centre. The Clockwork Orange, as it is affectionately named by the locals, is a very efficient service that just has 2 lines, inner and outer, which makes it impossible to get lost on. It was first opened in 1896 making it the third oldest underground in the world, after London and Budapest.

After a much needed coffee I found a little street market just off Buchanan Street and even though it only had about 5 stalls I still managed to part with ¬£20 on stuff that I really didn’t need.

I needed to crash out for an hour in the afternoon but after another delicious dinner Erika and George took me for a walk around the Dalzell Estate. This extensive estate boasts a 15th century tower house that was extended in the 17th and 19th centuries, it is now converted into private apartments that cost an arm and a leg to own. The tower house is said to be haunted by 3 ghosts; the Green lady who frequents the south wing, the White lady who  roams the whole house and the Grey lady who was a nurse in World War 1. The grounds are beautiful with woodland walks and an impressive arboretum which has the Covenants Oak, this tree is 900 years old and is the oldest living thing in Lanarkshire. It is named after the religious group, the Covenants, who were Scottish Presbyterians renounced by Charles II in 1662. The owner of the estate allowed them to conduct their services in safety.

The gardens are beautiful and in one if them is the family mausoleum and pet graveyard where the family dogs are buried. The Lord Gavin’s Temple was built as a summer house so that he could look down on his beloved wife’s grave.

I only saw a small part of the estate and wished I had more time to explore.

tower house

temple