The muddy waters of the Clyde, fringed with flotsam brought up-river by the tide, laps at the walls of the promenade. The river acting as a mirror, reflected the dirty skies overhead. The roads and pavements were greasy, It had been raining, and it would almost certainly be raining again before the day was out.
As I wandered along the riverfront, taking advantage of the break in the clouds, I came across a surprising discovery. As the walls and stairways leading up to the road stepped back dramatically, a giant tiger wreathed in flame emerges. This graffiti big-cat stands poised against a background of black brick, as if prowling.
It’s fiery tendrils defining it as some mythical beast, a hunter standing guard at the base of the South Portland St. Bridge. A surprising discovery to make on any Scottish riverfront.