Glasgow
Glasgow felt like the trip lowering its voice.
Glasgow eased us into Scotland in a less postcard-like way: warm tables, pub menus, local beer, colder air outside, and the feeling that the trip had started moving into a slower register.
It was not the chapter with the loudest view, but it worked as a soft landing before the Highlands. London had city movement; Glasgow felt more grounded, more indoor, and a little more lived-in.
Glasgow is better here as texture than spectacle: wet paths, bare trees, and one warm table before the route turns colder.