When my Sister and I were young our parents took us to Grandad and Pats house in Lanark Road for part of the summer holidays. As part of the visit,  I remember going on one of the longest bus rides ever to nearby pleasurewood hills with trees hiting the top of the double decker. It was also the first time we met Pat's side of the family who welcomed us with open arms. The thing I remember most about the visit was going to someone Grandad knews house and riding on a train around the garden. Happy memories