As you came off the pier at Millport, there was the machine selling cartons of milk and more importantly, cartons of orange. There was a shop selling buckets and spades and everything you would possibly need for your holiday displayed outside. The Ritz Cafe with it's American style decor and the juke box. The old Glasgow taxis with the open sides running around. Dad buying me a wooden yacht to use on the boating pond. The brown plastic sandles that gave you tartan feet with sunburn. Your back lobster red and peeling within 2 days. No skin cancer or factor 70 then. Your mum had Amber Solaire out of the chemists. The black and white pics that you only got back 2 weeks after you returned home. Mrs Sandersons house on Crighton Street with the outside toilet and no fridge save for a small white box that you put water on top of. Watching the steamers pass and the puffers too. Hiring bikes and going round the island, initially in a little seat on the back of dad's bike till I was old enough to ride my own . The lion rock and the Indian rock.....sticks of rock.
And the sadness as I would realise that the first week at passed and we had less than a week to go.
What's your own holiday memories.





