ARRAN IN A DAY. OR LESS.

Two more ferries after that meagre Spoons breakfast in Largs; I nearly succumbed to the Vegan Black Pudding Bene at Moka on my first ever perusal of Ardrossan (underpubbed, I reckon), and probably should have bought a plant pot for my travels.

Back in 2000 we took a year-old James across the Clyde to Arran for 4 days of beach and Blonde (their beer, rarely seen since),

Most of the families boarding the CalMac boat seemed to have luggage for 4 weeks. I was going to do Arran in 4 hours before heading back across the Clyde.

Just for once, the sun wasn’t shining on the righteous as we docked at Brodick at noon.

Nice shiny ferry terminal and bus station, hardly any buses. It was 4th August but we already seemed to have hit the Winter Season.

A couple of gentlefolk from Ayr seemed bemused by their (lack of) options to complete an island circuit in a day, and joined me on hopping on the first bus that turned up and headed across the middle to Blackwaterfoot, home to the first of my two ticks. I’m anti-buses, but it was more comfortable than Vectis, for sure.

A deluge descended around Bridgend, reinforcing our views on the merits of camping.

13:10 and we jumped off at the Kinloch Hotel, the gentlefolk to take photos of Drumadoon Bay as the blue skies returned,

your hero to nip in for a half and a tick.

A vast, rambling diner of a place,

where the lovely barperson excitedly told me about the flavours of beer she had on when I asked about handpulled beer.

Never heard of either of them, but the “pale one” from Ayr was tasty and cool (NBSS 3) even if no-one else was drinking it.

Five minutes later I re-joined the couple from Ayr at the same bus stop overlooking the boats. I’ve done my best to fail to capture the captivating colours for you in this shot.

There’s nothing here !” they said, which I had to own was true.

Where you been ?” said bloke.

For a quick beer in the pub

He looked at me, incredulous. And jealous.

The bus we’d jumped off 10 minutes earlier reappeared from its turning circle, we jumped back on and waved little bits of paper under a barcode reader to proceed round the southern half of the island.

I thought about pointing out features on the trip, like the Ailsa Crag (micro pending) and the NBSS scores for the Breadalbane hotel (RIP) at Kildonan we stayed at in 2000,

but I didn’t like to disturb their obvious boredom. I have no idea what they expected from Arran, but they spent the 45 minutes till I jumped off at Lamlash consulting timetables attempting to leave Arran earlier.

What do visitors to Arran do ? They “chill” (ugh), I guess.

I had no time to chill, I had an exceptional curried parsnip soup and “signature” pakora baguette to scoff in the Pierhead at Lamlash.

The Pierhead was a lovely pub diner,

if not very pubby.

Two more beers from Ayr (what happened to Arran beers ?), with the barperson giving up on the porter (“I HATE pulling these”) after an heroic struggle that left a glass half-full of froth which then sat at the bar while I ate my lunch, taunting me. I was tempted to get up and drink it, but that would have been like a taster (ugh).

But the One Daisy was fresh as a, er, daisy, a cool, crisp NBSS 3+, and a soundtrack of 1986 toons from Cyndi Lauper and A Flock of Seagulls was Mark Crilley approved.

And then I was back at Brodick, with three (3) hours to kill before the 18:00 ferry I’d pre-booked, wondering what you do when the third GBG entry (don’t worry, done it) AND the brewery bar aren’t open.

You chill plead with the CalMac to be allowed on the 16:20, just like the couple from Ayr were doing.

14 thoughts on “ARRAN IN A DAY. OR LESS.

  1. Ooh! Another one I’ve been to (that’s three (3) this year). I spent my day on Arran cycling all the way round the coast road, frustratingly against the wind at all times/directions. Must have been a Typhoon centred on the island.

    The Kinloch must be a ‘very’ longstanding GBG entry, needless to say I have a photo somewhere, all the better to remember the visit, which I can’t very much tbh. What I do remember is the fantastic Megaliths on the island, Machrie Moor being a highlight. You did go to Machrie Moor yes? Didn’t you?….

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      1. But do they have a large, human- like structure, made from willow (wicker), ready to sacrifice (burn to death), unsuspecting, but nosey, police officers , visiting from the mainland? 🔥

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      2. These stereotypical views of the Scots as being hostile to visitors are so tiresome. There’s still a number of villages that will warn you to leave before taking action.

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      3. There’s ‘Retired Martin Of The North’ statue at Ardrossan, and crowdfunding is underway for a memorial ‘BRAPA Cludgie’ in Tobermory.

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  2. What do visitors to Arran do?

    I reckon most don’t get further than Brodick Castle, assuming they make it past the brewery. The more adventurous climb Goatfell. Only the truly intrepid make it to the west coast.

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  3. I’m fairly certain the islanders depicted in that classic 1973 film, were more of Scandinavian origin, than Scots – an observation reinforced by a week’s field course I took part in, many years ago, on the Island of Mull.

    So no stereotypical views about the Scots from me in that comment, I’m pleased to say. Also, if you’ve seen the film (which I’m sure you have), you would know there are none intended there, either.

    Instead, my comment was intended, purely as a satirical response to the question, “What do visitors to Arran do ?”

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    1. I’m sure our readers will be delighted to know you were stereotyping Scandinavians, rather than the Scots, Paul.

      For what it’s worth, my impression of Yorkshiremen was entirely formed by “An American Werewolf in London”

      I’m pleased to say that not ALL Americans are werewolves.

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