Another short post about Ayr, disappointingly free of alliteration but with comforting words about cask in Spoons. Mainly, this is for members of the Royal Society for the Protection of Mrs Retired Martin, who you’ll remember I’d left to waddle glide back into town while I looked at pub mirrors in the Abbotsford. On… Continue reading RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
Ayr is a funny old place. Wonderful beaches, classic bridges, historic architecture, and some of the shabbiest streets outside Carluke. Some really smart streets south of town toward the old racecourse though, with a couple of genteel hotels in the Beer Guide for those with the energy for a walk down Racecourse Rd. Mrs RM… Continue reading AYRS AND GRACES
Ten minutes on the train from Ayr (£3.60 return) you’re in the UK centre of geriatric golf, the sort of place my Dad would have retired to a decade ago if my Mum had ever acquired a taste for deep-fried haggis. The links golf courses along the west coast of Ayrshire are still the major… Continue reading TRICKY TROON & THE DEAD JELLYFISH
Twenty years ago during the French World Cup, pre-children, Mrs RM and I did a Grand Tour of Scotland that went a bit like this; Don’t ask why it started in Macclesfield, or memories of a Virgin train from Euston will come flooding back, and we don’t want that, do we ? Quite a few… Continue reading AYR – THE JOY OF 6-1 AND YELLOW MUSTARD
A bonus post for pub tickers sworn to the rules of GBG completion. “Never shalt ye returneth to a pub once cask hath been drank and pink marker applied“. But if I’d gone straight back to the campervan I’d have had to talk about politics or conservatories with Mrs RM, and the Germans were… Continue reading NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.
First pub of the evening, and last of my six Dumfries ticks, was the New Bazaar. No idea why I left this ’till last (yes I do, Mrs RM wouldn’t have gone in it with me). The riverside was all mine. On the riverfront, but not your typical riverfront pub, the New Bazaar was a… Continue reading COVER VERSIONS OF “ECHO BEACH” IN THE NEW BAZAAR
I’m back home after a couple of days finishing Durham‘s GBG entries (just wait for the Stockton post and the Tango p**s episode). On the upside, I now have my mouse back and can write longer posts. On the downside, it’s ten degrees hotter than in Stockton. Which is still fifteen degrees too hot. On… Continue reading SCOTTISH SPOONS, PINK UNICORNS & PIZZA