My Day. Yesterday.

Yesterday was a pretty good day.

I went to the beach yesterday. Girvan to be precise, and I don’t mind telling you that because it is billions of miles away from my actual home. Anyway…

Girvan is a great little seaside town. Actually, it is almost a village. As well as the usual features of a seaside place such as fish and chips shops and family amusements, Girvin is home to a small but active harbour, mostly used for fishing. You can look the place up on Google maps because I am not going to sit here and recreate a Wikipedia page on the seaside town of Girvan.

The day was mostly filled with me taking photos almost every second of the time we were out of the car. We meaning my mum, dad and I. You can see all of my photos below this boring writing part of the blog post.

There isn’t really any interesting shops in Girvan to me, bearing in mind that it was Easter Monday and most shops were closed so we just circled the centre of the town a few billion times and then off to the amusements where we spent three pounds fifty exactly and came out with two pence. We then decided to eat. I had a sausage supper if you were wondering, and it was very interesting. What was also interesting was my experience in the fish and chips shop whilst waiting on my order…

A quiet little shop I thought. Then a tall, thin and half ginger man walked in. Thirteen pre-teen boys followed behind him. Only some of them were ginger. I soon discovered that they were Irish. I shall have to explain my love of the Irish and their accent later. Every single one of them except the fat half dead one ordered chicken burgers. Never in my life would I have thought I would be standing in a small chip shop with thirteen irish boys all except one continually asking for chicken burgers, all without batter. It was like a dream I was about to have that came true.

After my fantastic experience with the Irish children and the fat, juicy sausages, we took a stroll to the end of the pier which was easy to fall off and drown, and back. We went to the amusements once again. We went in with a fair bit of money, and came out in debt. If that is even possible.

Not much happened after that. A stop at the local ASDA which was alive with the sound of screaming children, and then the journey hone mostly filled with me sleeping and dreaming of thirteen Irish children ordering chicken burgers with no batter, all except the fat one. Before going home-home we went to our local TESCO to get a bucket. I’m still figuring that one out myself.

So overall, a great day and plenty of photos will getting uploaded throughout the day as well as the photos below.

P.S, In case you were wondering, the fat Irish boy did not order anything from the chip shop. Surprising or what?


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