Girvan

A peaceful night last night, despite the falling acorns, so peaceful in fact, that we didn't rise until 10 am. By then most of the other vans had departed, including one owned by a large woman and her very thin hen-pecked husband, who she constantly had running about outside with a bucket in hand. Poor man, not so much a Bonnie Prince Charlie, more a Bonnie Prince Bucket. We never saw the wife, only her large pants billowing in the wind like a large white windsock.

The weather not so good, we departed ourselves around 12 noon, hoping to drive towards an improving picture.

Our first stop was Monreith, where John spent a few holidays as a child.

Then we moved along the coast to Port William where we stopped for lunch and took a walk. The skies cleared a little as we drove up the coast passing the ferry ports for Northern Island. Upon reaching the town of Girvan, we stocked up on food at Asda, Angela impressed at how the man at the checkout handled her avocados with great care.

Our overnight stop is at Girvan harbour along with around fifteen other vans, overlooking the beach, and with the island of Ailsa Craig directly in front of us. After a video call from home, we braved the drizzle and walked out for a while stopping to view the Stumpie Towe, part of the old town jail.

Then we purchased fish and chips from an Italian run fish and chip shop and returned to Marge where Angela cracked open the Sangria, well we are on us holidays, as they say up north.

Tomorrow we will take stock of the long-term weather forecast for Scotland, and decide if we need to alter our course to find the better weather.