St Andrew’s Cathedral

Situated on the banks of the Clyde, just across from the court, I have often popped in for a quiet think. Since my religious life has been reduced to visiting churches when the congregation are out, I haven’t caught more than the end of a mass here, but I find it one of the more congenial spots for a little rest after shopping, a peaceful contemplation of life before going out for the night or a total tearful breakdown after getting dumped, again.
St Andrews is nicely old fashioned: the pews are scattered with penitents and regular worshippers, spending time alone with their faith– or, as in my case, existential doubt. It has shrines, a sense of calm and plenty of spots for personal prayer. I find this an atmosphere far more conducive to prayer than the updating that many churches have embraced. It also has a good selection of prayer books and helpful texts at the back.