blue bells ayr

Liz made a suggestion about taking me to Ayr, where she grew up, and I was very happy about that, as it was quite far, and I was a bitty scared to drive so far with the Panda.
So on my day off I was at Liz's door at eight as we had decided, knowing that she would not be ready, but also knowing that I had to kind of irritate her enough, and she would get all upset at me for harassing her, but it would make her dress faster.I found her sitting slumped at the table with her second cigarette and coffee, as she was already dressed by this stage, and knew that it was only her hair and lippy to be done before we could set off. That took another half an hour, but I just sat quietly, knowing how she could loose it if harassed too muchat this stage. But at last the dogs were in, the food were packed, the flasks filled and last but not the least, we got in.
It was quite a hard road to drive, as it was still early, and the big road leading to Glasgow was extremely busy with huge trucks driving like they were chased by the fires of hell. We skirted Glasgow, and soon we were off the busy highway, and I relaxed with a huge sigh, as Liz was quite a nervous driver, but also a very good one, who could sum up a situation fast, and respond accordingly. One thing she absolutely could not do, was reversing, and many a time I had to get behind the wheel if there was some difficult reversing to do.
We got to the beach at Ayr at about twelve, and decided to have coffee and a cake at a small kind of chippie place, before we set off for the river, where Liz wanted to show me the place where her dad had taught her to swim many years ago, and also the bluebells that she said was the pride of the district.
It was indeed beautiful, the bluebells as thick as a purple carpet, stretching as far as the eye could see.
We walked around for a while, had coffee, and then decided to try out the river that looked a bitty frisky to me, but after we got used to the icy water, we had a lovely time splashing about!