With the knee still restricting activities we hadn't planned anything for this weekend. The weather was supposed to be rain slowing to showers but we were pleasantly surprised when we got lovely sunshine. The urge to get out and about was itching away at me so I persuaded Steve that a drive in a southerly direction would keep us amused for a wee while. I had a hankering to go see a place that I hadn't been to since I was a wee girl.
Being from Lanarkshire we don't have anything in the way of beaches so summer holidays always meant day trips to the Ayrshire coast. My memories of these days out are somewhat hazy though I do have one vivid recollection of the seagull that stole my fish from my lap as I ate it on Ayr front!!! Girvan was the destination, somewhere I remember being taken but not a lot else. So off we set taking the scenic route.
|View of Arran from above Dunure
|Naval manoeuvres in Firth of Clyde
The first thing that strikes you as you stand on Girvan seafront is the huge lump of Ailsa Craig. I've never been over though Steve has. He'd told me it's an entertaining crossing but worth it. As we wandered along the front we were entertained by a huge flock of starlings having a feeding frenzy on the beach, not something you see every day. It was quite bracing along the harbour wall. The weather had started to revert to the forecast that we were expecting so we didn't spend a huge amount of time in Girvan. The sad thing was that it didn't bring back any memories at all. It made me wonder how in this modern age places like Girvan actually survive as even in this very short visit we hadn't seen much to keep us in the place, not even nostalgia.
|Starlings having a feeding frenzy on the beach