Glasgow

 

On the far bank of the river, a shipyard pretended to be a carnival. The runner stopped and, with the sun in his eyes, he listened to the hammer and the hum. In the dark  fire-work scented pavillions, air craft carriers were being built. Some  people still found work and worried about finding work tomorrow.
"... And there will be no hooliganism," he thought he heard some one say, " there will be no vandalism, there will be no bevvying"
The runner turned around to look for the source of the voice but there was no-one. 
"Who said that?"
But there was no-one there to answer.
A rat ran across the paved walkway and slipped into the water.
A cloud moved in front of the sun and the runner knew it was time get going if he wanted to hit the open road before night fall.