Went a walk with some pals today from Tradeston to Govan and towards the end we entered the old Graving Docks through a gap in the fence. Some youths were already in there exploring, sitting atop the tower of this derelict pumphouse. There were three different groups roaming around including us. The site seems like an interzone, with piles of rubble and sunken docks of water, a place you might possibly come to harm, so I felt slightly twitchy; however none of the groups made eye contact or conversation with the others – we were just co-inhabiting a strange playground. Not sure I’d feel safe going there alone but it’s a wonderful, atmospheric site.