On a grey, wet, cold day we set off for a Sunday lunch out. Mad, or what ? We booked a table at The Clachan Inn the night before in a fit of enthusiasm, but rather regretted it come the day. But, feeling that it would be chicken to ring up and cancel, we set off. Passing some fields on a minor road not far from the A75 we saw 50 or 60 swans grazing – quite a sight. The rest of the drive was uneventful, we were able to park right outside the pub, and I was even able tp post a letter as the Post Office and shop was open. We were hospitably received and shown to a seat and went through all the usual preliminaries of drinks ordering and menu studying. I went for rabbit (which you don’t often see these days – on a men I mean) and my wife for the braised beef. When we arrived the pub was pretty empty and somewhat cold not having been open for very long, but people continued to arrive and things soon warmed up apart from the fact that each time the door opened a cold blast of “outside” hurtled in and wrapped itself round everybody.
The rabbit was smashing, but we made one error in that we didn’t spot that if you wanted vegetables you had to order them separately from a part off the menu called “sides”. But, there was so much good stuff (lots of butter beans) under the rabbit that it might have been a serendipitous error. The braised beef was too much for my other half so I ate it and it was SO tender and delicious.
We then made our way home down the other side of Loch Ken and found the Catstrand Centre was open so had a look around in there and I was able to complete my set od local Ordnance Survey maps.
On again until we got to Laurieston and found the art gallery. Here we were not so much welcomed as enlisted. The enthusiastic owner, Phil McMenemy, told us all about the gallery and its exhibitors and regular exhibitions and he and my wife were off into “art” in a big way. It was an unexpected explosion of energy, but most enjoyable – and we bought a picture too !