I couldn't face another breakfast, and couldn't justify the cost anyway, so I just eked a tea out for a long time. I then struggled with my bags and baggages and had a bit of a wander. No evidence of this as I simply did not have enough hands to accomplish it.
When a reasonable amount of time had passed, I figured I could go and find the guesthouse. I knew I wouldn't have access to the room, but at least I could leave my bags. My plan had always been to come back into town and see some more sights, but I had always allowed that I might be shattered, and indeed I was. The snow put paid to my intention of walking, so I got a taxi to the end of the street.
Here are the views of Kelvingrove from there.
First,
Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum
Then Glasgow University