a piper pipes next to a grey man in a bus shelter - the blank, wide bay of Ettrick is visited - roadside banks are filled with primroses - more Scottish ruins are assessed - a nap is taken on a beachside rock - a mountainous meringue pie is put into the cafe's oven - the tallest Victoria Sponge is consumed
Rothesay Castle is visited with no more than a sense of duty - T glimpses heaven: a swan on her nest beneath a weeping blossom tree - giant Victorian houses are promenaded past - Ascog Fernery offers sanctuary from the rain - a farmer's field is filled with gulls - Loch Ascog stares blankly - Bogany Wood shows the way home
"it's raining in Scotland... of course" - the 8:50 train is taken to Wemyss Bay, flanked by a continuous trail of litter - the expansive, lace like iron work of Wemyss Bay station is admired - Bute welcomes us with an endless, protective wall of grand Victorian houses - a dilapidated doorway announces our 'luxury apartment' - memories of the sitcom Rising Damp are stirred - the false office ceiling is pondered - the horror-movie shower threatens - beautiful Victorian toilets are perused but left unblemished - at Port Bannatyne a small motorbike is suspended from the old pier - the young artist, on his own bike, talks through his latest creation - orange cheese toasties are consumed on a bench - the West Island way zigzags us home - the Co-op is located - at 10pm the music begins from the pub below - at 00:30 the music and shouting ends - a new reverence is found for double glazing