We headed off to Ayr this morning, aiming for a car park suggested by Mum and Chris. This one was full so we went for another option. This being also full we chose a third, attached to a shopping centre. (Remember this, there will be a test later)
Should be easy; it’s attached to a huge shopping centre.
We met Mum and Chris on the platform ready to get the train across to Glasgow. It wasn’t too busy at our stop and we managed to get some seats together.
When we all got to Glasgow, Daddy got me a yellow pom pom so I could wave it at the Games.
It was free.
When we arrived in Glasgow we went straight to check whether Martha’s was still open, fortunately it was, and we found a table for our lunch. The food is as good as we remembered and it appears to be gaining popularity and has won several awards since our last visit.
I don’t remember of course but it did taste good. If ever a restaurant was named correctly for their target audience, this is it. Shame about the 300 mile gap or we would be regulars.
I enjoyed watching everyone eat and banging a plastic spoon on the table so everyone looked at me.
We took a walk to George’s Square to have a sit on the grass by ‘The Big G’.
We found a good spot.
There was a youth marching band playing which was very impressive followed by some bagpipers. From here we decided to go on a ‘Clyde Hunt’ Clyde is the Commonwealth Games mascot, who is a cartoon version of a thistle. Rob created a route where we could head up to the Cathedral past 6 of these mascots. We ran out of energy part way but managed to see 5. They all have different designs and are about 6 feet high.
You will notice that we planned to find 6. I am not sure where the last one disappeared but I reckon Ed was distracting us all.
Huh .. Me?
Clyde is without doubt an odd looking fellow and undeniably Scottish.
We walked past several buskers including a very good chap on guitar called Ben Monteith.
Back to the square for a rest and a brief hunt for Rob’s phone (not a key this time – and it was in his bag…) before Chris, Edward and I got the train back to Ayr and Mum and Rob went off to Hampden Park for the Athletics.
Despite seeming to lose everything at present, I was secure in the knowledge that I would not lose my games ticket. Wait a sec … ?
With full awareness of my appalling sense of direction, Rob made sure I could remember where he had parked the car and that I knew the route back to the campsite. He hadn’t on the other hand accounted for the fact I may lose a multi-storey car park attached to a very large shopping centre.
How this is possible is a mystery to me. The shopping centre is frankly huge.
Finally back to the car, Edward and I had a fairly successful drive back to the campsite. After driving around the site 3 times I resorted to making another phone call to Rob so he could direct us to the caravan.
I worry about the term ‘fairly’ successful. Oh well, it passed the time in the queue for the games. We were only half an hour early for the gates opening and were in our seats with 1 hour 50 minutes to spare. Practically late.
Edward and I had a lovely relaxed evening watching the Athletics on the television, trying to spot Mum and Rob on the coverage.
I did spot a man with an impressive beard but Mum tells me that he is called Martyn Rooney who is not my dad.
The Games were impressive. Janet and I saw lots of exciting races and events, including the triple jump, the women’s 400m final (a Jamaican 1, 2, 3), the men’s hammer (including a friend of Rebecca’s from school), the end of the men’s decathlon and an excellent 1500m women’s final. The only disappointing part of the evening was a poor cheese burger. Janet and I managed to get back to Ayr impressively quick with minimal waiting. All that and I feel pretty awake; tomorrow morning should be a breeze.
Tomorrow, an early start for our trip to Hampden Park.