No, that photo isn’t the new BRAPA outfit for the GBG20 season.
I’m in Largs, birthplace of the ice cream wars and home to Nardini’s, whose famous fudge flavour ices were used extensively as props in This Life, apparently.
Largs is an odd shaped hour on the train out from Glasgow Central.
If it was in England it’d be Maldon rather than Margate. I’m not sure what the Glaswegian Margate is, probably Carluke.
It’s a genteel place, appealing to the newly retired like me and Pubmeister.
The No.1 activity in Largs, according to Trip Advisor, is arguing which branch of Nardini’s to queue at.
As it was I chose the smaller branch near the ferry to Cumbrae, a perfect spot to watch as I somehow missed two launches in succession.
Those misses meant I had time to nip and get an Italian sausage panini from Deli IL Cardo (NPSS 3.5) and realise that Life Was Good.
You see, I’d brought the sun with me to Scotland. It seems to follow me around. When Duncan met me later, he told me this was the first day of sunshine all month. No coincidence, surely.
Fifteen minutes to the next ferry, just time to admire the town landmarks,
and nip in J G Sharps for a half.
Most of the Guide pubs up the Ayrshire coast are just the owners name, and most look like this.
My sort of pub, though what Pub Curmudgeon would call societal change as well as 2007 legislation has decimated trade.
My Sea Fury was the first poured, and not as cool as we Southerners like, but was a frothy, tasty NBSS 3.
It was worth £1.80 just to hear Billy sing Roxy Music’s “Dance Away” though. His voice is better than Ferry’s these days.