What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Leisure, by W.H. Davies

We're off for a wee Sunday wander through the late 1970s, in the company of Jos Streen. The pictures he has been sending the site of late are just wonderful.

Off to the shops, remembering to use the Green Cross CodeBoxing cleverThe first recorded sighting of a mobile phone!Someone's got tickets on themselves...Al fresco funCan anyone ID the band?A bridge too far - St George's MansionsNot sure where we are hereThe tower of power - Glasgow UniOne man and his dog, and his catShe's waiting for her (green) manHello there chinas!Byres RoadLifting the lid...Love is in the airHot off the pressGie us a push...

Here, we're at a rock concert in Kelvingrove; bumming about Byres Road; dodging up to Charing Cross; looking through a ghostly swingpark; and keeping an eye out for a blind chap, with his guide dog, and a very friendly feline.