Yes, I know that is sounds like the name of a pub, but it’s the view from the beach at Girvan. Girvan is on the western coast of the lowlands of Scotland. The ‘bun’ of which I spoke is actually called Ailsa Craig. Why ‘bun’? Well, look at it; doesn’t it look like a big old bun?
There are a couple of things that are unique about Ailsa Craig. First of all, it’s solid granite and all of the curling stones in the world are made from its granite. That’s a fact.
The second unique thing about Ailsa Craig: no matter where you travel along the coast of South Ayrshire, the ‘bun’ seems to follow you. It just never goes away. That’s a phenomenon.
From the beach at Girvan we saw this castle and to the right, Ailsa Craig. I can’t remember the name of the castle because we didn’t go in. This is probably a good time to talk about relative warmth and cold. First of all, I am genetically pre-disposed to like a tropical clime. It comes with my heritage along with my ability with fuzzy logic. Big Guy and I could relax on a tropical beach and be quite comfortable for all of our days (and nights). Grams, on the other hand, can take a walk in a gale with only the thinnest of cardigans and say, “Wow! It’s great out! What brisk little wind!” She did this in Dublin once during an actual gale. We had to drag her into a pub for a pint. She was all for continuing to walk in the storm. The woman is nuts and her thermostat is way off. She gets overheated at 68 Fahrenheit.
The reason I went on about this is that even Emlyn, who grew up in Wales, can’t take the cold like Grams does. Under her thin coat she had on a thin cotton sweater and thin velvet skirt. The only concession she made to the cold was to put on a pair gloves and her knit cap. Poor Emlyn, I know how he felt. I felt the same.
The rocks of Scotland fascinate me. There was a lot of volcanic activity way back when, and you can tell from the way the strata laid down that there was a lot of seismic activity too. The rocks get more dramatic the further you go into the highlands. The particular rocks here, on the west coast of Scotland, were my introduction to Scotland’s incredible scenery. Evidently, this rocky coastline used to meet up with the eastern coastline of northern Ireland at the Giant’s Causeway.
And, of course