Thursday in Ayr

they cut me some slack so i hit the Glasgow Central Train Station for a ride out of the city!  Ayr is just a short one hour ride west and i certainly enjoyed that one!

Firth of Clyde as seen from the Low Green, Ayr, May 31, around noon.  looking west south west.  hey!  you could sail all the way back to Canada from here!

feet in the ocean at Ayr:  holy CRAP!!!  that water was ICE COLD!!!

i think that’s the Ayr town hall, as seen from around 14 Sandgate Street.

of course in my travels i managed to find the back alleys of this old town: here is a beauty view of just how spooky this old and very creepy place can be.  imagine trying to walk through there at night!

Glasgow Central Station, 4 p.m. on Thursday, May 31.  got back to town and what a day trip it was!  i went into a tavern in Ayr, wearing my HBC black hoodie with CANADA written on the front in big red letters.  an amusing conversation followed.  those old boys have a pretty heavy duty accent and truth be told, i couldn’t understand a word they were saying!

they loved my story, chrome dome to boot, about why i was in their big country.   amusements at every turn!

we shall continue.