Ballantrae, no thank you.

There was a strong smell of rotting sheep carcase or possibly seal shit in the air all the way down the coast from Girvan yesterday and when i got to Ballantrae where i had booked accomodation to find that the only pub had stopped doing meals that was the decider so i booked a £30 room in the Adelphi in Liverpool, put Magda in overdrive and we were here by 7:30pm in time to see all the half dressed teenagers and others who should know better strutting their stuff whilst i was availing myself of Tim Martin's value San Miguel in the local Wetherspoons. Today i have revisited all the locations where i lived in Liverpool and the locations of all the girls i loved and lost. There has been a huge amount of building since i was last here before the first lockdown and most surprisingly at Balgownie, the home where i spent my formative years, i won't go on, there were two small houses on the site, now there are two large semis right at the front of the property and the two small houses behind?? with a furtherplot fenced off. There is so much change that i feel that Liverpool is no longer my city, though i do feel a huge affinity with the people. Last night's emergengy booking produced a pokey twin room with no view whatsoever but for the next two nights i am in a veritable suite with a southerly aspect and away from all the local bar music, result.