Justify all affection, beyond recollection

Being in Troon this week is pretty exciting... loads of new faces, hundreds of police, hundreds of traffic cones, and loads of celebrity spotting. 

I agreed to help Himself store the Scout Tents tonight because I knew himself would allow me some "special time", to help me forget about the trauma of the scout hall. 

We parked in the Beach car park, (the one not taken over by Sky Media), and bought a coffee from Stephen (Boy's pal from Scouts and School), and sat on the wall.    I assumed the position, waiting the arrival of Justin (Timberlake, not Beiber).  

We sat and waited watching people walk north from the Golf Course,  - I assumed they were chasing Pokemon, but Himself advised me they were trying to find their way home.   These Golf Watchers all have a look about them.. (and a big flipping badge hanging round their neck). 

Justin failed to show, fear not, though, I twittered Justin.. I expect him to get in touch imminently; failing Justin, I'm going to kidnap Niall From One Direction for Tooli.  (Just putting that out there fore you ). 

We began to drive back home, and I hung out the car window taking photos of blue, blue Arran sunset... as we approached the corner, himself was pondering the Buoy, which always sits there, but he apparently had never saw it, but whilst he contemplated that, I contemplated the fact that I was seeing a movement in the water I could not process in my mind. 

My squealing led to Himself taking the car back round again, and we parked up on the North Beach (No Golfers there, but I believe a Mr Shearer is living near by)... We ran (well I ran, Himself bimbled), and I looked and looked, and finally realised that porpoises do not swim with buoyancy aids. 
 

It was People... Wild Water Swimming....

Not that Barassie Beach is very wild, and definitely not tonight.  It was perfect.... I could have jumped in and joined them.   What an amazing way to spend the evening.