I have heard it said that a holiday in Scotland is measured not in terms of how happy it was , but in terms of how dissapointing it wasn't.
That certainly applies to Ayr. Abandon hope all ye who enter here! (Its the kind of place where the diesel exhaust from the rides is pointed straight at the toddler's playground.)
But Largs is nice. And Glasgow (my first vist there) was pleasantly good. We managed to get onto the open top bus tour through a series of things that I call the miracles of a loving God in the details of life, whereas the cynic would call them chance.
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