Nae doubt HB!
Them were the days, as they say. If you went doon the waater you were well off!
. Heck I remember a holiday with my mum to Largs. Now considering we lived in Paisley at the time, it was luxury!
My mother decided we should go by bus, much cheaper than train. I got excited when I saw water!
Onwards a few years and we stretched it to Brodick. Loved that holiday, mum hated it. We were decanted from overful hotel to a bungalow up a very dark lane. So not my mother's style. She was used to posh. I've tried to persuade hubby to go ever since, but wasting my breath. I remember the row of fisherman's houses at Corrie, a different shaped window in each house that the wives put candles in all those years ago to guide their men home, or something of that ilk.
