The only thing missing from Tuesday’s dash round Greater Paisley was a chance to appreciate the many cultural attractions that Scotland has to offer.
So when Duncan offered a more leisurely trip on Wednesday to tackle tricky Ayrshire, I was determined to play the tourist card.
“What’s in Maybole, Duncan ?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing. Though I did see Maybole Moths v Culzean Caterpillars in a T20 there in 2005″
“WE MUST STOP“
Duncan duly parked up near a house with a giant frog thermometer on the wall.
Perhaps I was remembering Maybole from the opening lines of this Waterboys 1993 classic.
We saw the old green square, and some typical small town Scotland architecture.
Duncan enthused about Ayr’s No.1 Tunisian barber,
while I admired the contents of the local windowsills.
Like 89% of Scottish villages, Maybole plays on its links to Burns, which interested me not a jot.
We headed to the Maybole Arms, with its unique “T” sign to indicate “Tourist” pub.
Duncan had been doubtful when I read out the WhatPub description of local cask. Ayrshire pubs are more about this,
We shared a very decent foamy half (NBSS 3)and I had a mug of instant coffee which refused to cool down in a small local run impeccably by a chatty landlady.
Bar the Chicken Pakora, the bar menu was as trad as it gets. We resisted.
Worth a stop on your way down to Stranraer.
As Duncan wrote in his own post,
“It’s a small town that has struggled since the bottom fell out of the thriving local boot making industry. But it’s far from sole-less”
He’s incorrigible, isn’t he, readers ?