|The world-famous Nardini's|
certainty is something I can adequately express. The reason being that
a state of unawareness of present conditions, the place as it had been
memory, but now, alas, I'm all too aware that things are no
|The new pier, buily around five years ago|
parents and brother returned at intervals, even if only on day-trips, but
those were experiences in which I never shared, and therefore
|A stroll along the seafront|
previously. The bus driver informed me that the gentleman who ran the
shop back then (Mr, Mapes, I think it's safe to say) was his next-door
neighbour and that the shop is still family-run today.
|The Waverley - "goin' doon the watter"|
resurface in the ascendant once more; then Largs and Millport as
they were will live again, allowing me to re-walk their seaside
streets as I knew them when I was a boy.
through Largs and Millport as they are today.
|The street (or one very much like it in close proximity) where|
we stayed in 1971. Our house was one with an upstairs room
|Might even have been this one|
|Formerly the paddle-boat pond...|
|...now used for remote-control models|
|Adjoining flower area|
|Replica Viking ship outside The Vikingar Centre|
|Amazing the folk you meet in Largs|
|And now we're in Millport...|
|...where peace and serenity reign|
|The narrowest house in the world. No -|
I didn't know it was in Millport either
|Mapes - where I bought my jetmobile toy in 1968...|
|...before hot-footing it back to the pier so as not to miss the ferry|
|The Royal George Hotel at the pier entrance|
|A medieval-looking church tower in the distance|
|The pier where the ferry once plied its trade - but|
not for 40-odd years, according to the bus driver
|And here's a little friend I brought back with|
me from Largs. Cute little nipper, ain't he?
in which I now stay, had my tea, then ran around the field I used to play
in just over the road (which would've been difficult as it no longer exists).
From my present dwelling I only ever holidayed in Blackpool, so had I
revisited there instead, it would've felt more natural to return here.
I now find myself curiously overwhelmed by the sensation that
I'm out-of-step with my proper timeline. Weird, eh?