Author: The Hampden Collection

Thompson & French’s sign sways, creaking in the April winds, alerting Hope Street’s pedestrians to its presence. Our office facade provides essential display cases for distinguished work and awards, which regularly exemplifies our exceptional exhibits. Families usually stop to explain, point, teach and regale stories of the places identified on our maps.I stride into the … Continue reading Chapter 125 – Quills, Ink & Pens →

Today is a morning with a difference. Last night’s dream sent a shockwave through my system, where I cannot contemplate losing those close and being alone. Loneliness is the greatest fear amongst humanity. Without each other, what are we?I count those, which make every leaving and return worthwhile: a dog bounding up the path, three … Continue reading Chapter 124 – Monday Morning Motivation →

Spring sunshine creeps through the curtains on the first day of April, where every muscle in my body aches from yesterday’s unforgettable race. I reach over and find Emelia missing and the house silent. Noise is ever-present in my household. How strange? I quickly dress and head to the kitchen, where Agnes, our housekeeper, maintains … Continue reading Chapter 123 – Là Na Gocaireachd →

Today is different. Glasgow’s footballing arena has changed forever. Yesterday, I met the young Rangers’ men, who are striding into our world, where more will follow and take on the mighty Queens Park for our footballing crown. The coal fire glows in my Moray Place abode, while Emelia, my life companion, lies stretched out on … Continue reading Chapter 122 – First Era Ends →

James Hogg and I warmly congratulate Glasgow's newest football masters on their idea. "Rangers will become a vocation in life, absorbing every minute of your precious time.", I said. There is something about Moses McNeil, which I like, where he always appears to have prepared an answer for your unspoken question. "We are young, keen … Continue reading Chapter 121 – Football’s Newest Beginning →

Elizabeth McNeil stands, "I leave you to talk football." The Berkeley Street matriarch leaves, squeezing Moses' cheek on the way past. Moses, Peter his elder brother by one year, William McBeath and Peter Campbell stand, which leaves James Hogg and I sitting, "Gareloch focusses on old sports; however we are fascinated with association football." Peter … Continue reading Chapter 120 – Glasgow’s Second Founders →

Peter Campbell and William McBeath, both fifteen years old, grab my arms and pull me to my feet. “Far easier to get your breath back standing up.”, laughs Peter McNeil. James Hogg saunters along Berkeley Street and completes his race, “You boys vanished. Who won?” I push Moses left arm up, “A worthy champion.” “Well, … Continue reading Chapter 119 – The Gareloch Boys →

The house numbers whizz past, a pace which would have matched the best Queens Park's runners. However, as the finishing line nears, all I hear is cheering from a small gathering with shouts of "Moses, Moses, Moses." Experience should have told me not to look back; however, tiredness interrupts good judgement, and I turn my … Continue reading Chapter 118 – Berkeley Street Finish →

The park is in front, however behind there are pounding feet. With one swift glance, I find Moses charging behind me. This short sprint designed to break them has achieved part success: James beat; Moses defiant. There is only one thing on my mind: upholding Queens Park’s honour and teach these young upstarts a lesson. … Continue reading Chapter 117 – West End Park →

“Three, two, one. Go!” We charge along the cobbles of Berkeley Street, akin to three prized bulls hurtling through Pamplona’s narrow streets towards ‘Plaza de Toros’.  James Hogg and Moses McNeil’s pace is astonishing through Franklin Terrace and turning onto Dumbarton Road. Frustratingly they chatter, while I save every breath for my blood coursing through … Continue reading Chapter 116 – Boots Thump Cobbles →