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… Continue reading ARRAN IN A DAY. OR LESS.