My grandmother lived in Largs and every school summer holiday right through the 1960's I was shipped down there for 8 weeks to frolick in the sand, sun and seaweed. In actual fact the sand was an hours walk to the Pencil, it rained more often than not and crabs hid in the seaweed - but I loved it!
I went out on the fishing cruises at night (when there were fish in the Clyde) every night, in fact I did it so often the Haliday's let me go for free if I came down to their wooden 'pier' on wheels an hour early to help set up their boat for the evenings fishing.
Each night I'd walk my gran to the Star bingo, then go to the Halidays to help sort out the fishing lines, bait, etc and then off we'd set over to the Cumbraes to fish to my heart's content. Almost every night I'd catch at least one good sized Cod and on the way back I'd gut and fillet it ready for when we got back to shore. Half an hour to tidy up, then up to the Star to collect my gran and head for home. Once in she would cook the fish and we'd sit down to fresh Cod grilled in flour & butter, tea & toast for our supper - who needs haute cuisine.
Nardini's was a special treat, where the Knickerbocker Glories were huge - and they were huge, not like the piddley little things you get nowadays. Nardinis was sort of posh then, fancy decor, wicker tables, menus and waitresses dressed in black & whites, my gran must have thought she was part-time posh as we'd only go if she'd had a wee win on the 'flyer' at the bingo the night before!
You can take the man out of Maryhill, but you can't take Maryhill out of the man.