Auld Kirk of AyrAuld BrigReferred to in a Bobbie Burns poem.One of a few “oldest pubs in Ayr.” Dad and I stopped for a beer after our walk today. It’s modern inside.After walking through an unappealing industrial area, we came to this esplanade. The tide was high at 9:30 am, so on its way out when we walked here. Sea mist was wetting the sidewalk in spots.We passed three golf courses today, including Prestwick and Troon. Troon is hosting the British Open in July. The winner takes home a mere 3 Million $USD.We got back down to the beach.A part of the trail was closed near these Saltpan buildings. They used to use coal heat to boil sea water to harvest salt for salted herring. Apparently Britain’s best ice cream. It was pretty good.
After Prestwick, the tide was low and we walked along the beach until Troon.Coal deposits The jellyfish are dead when they are on shore. I didn’t save any the other day. We had to do a little crossing of the Pow Burn.We had lunch after the crossing and managed to dry our feet.The clouds started getting darker and wind was stronger. Dad put on my poncho as it started raining, and somehow, he let go of his glasses at the same time. Did I take too much sea glass and now the sea was taking back?Setting up Troon for the British Open.Coal depositsTroon in the foreground.
Dad is being a trooper. I know he’s tired. We are over the half way mark now, with only 6 more walks to do.
Tonight, a thumping noise occurs every 8 seconds in this highly not recommended apartment. I’m also very tired, and doubt it will keep me awake.
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