When Linda and Alistair were round on Saturday evening we were chatting about childhood memories of Troon, that seaside town so beloved by Glaswegians. So on Sunday, even though we were there as recently as last Monday, we felt the need to pay a visit to Troon with Davie and Chanel. It was a lovely warm day, and much busier than last Monday; it was nice to see lots of families out enjoying summer at the seaside. I saw a wee boy determinedly carrying a bucket of sea water up the beach to pour it into the moat of his sandcastle, only to stand in puzzlement as the water all disappeared into the sand. Young children were wearing swimsuits although only a few brave souls had ventured out beyond paddling depth. Dogs were excitedly fetching sticks back to their humans. Stripey wind breaks had been erected all along the back of the beach for a bit of extra shelter. In other words, Troon looked exactly as I remember it from fifty years ago!
I paddled all the way from the town beach, round the point and to the river. The water was noticeably warmer than last week, I really think it’s just about warm enough to swim in. Maybe next time.
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