The Barber and the Cobbler

After a visit to the barber where all three of us in this pic had a haircut, we repaired to the beach across the road from her shop where some of us got our socks  wet, all of us made a shell collection, and all of us picnicked.

driftwood & shells

Then up the hill (steep bank of the Clyde) to the park by the church where MM and HH played while mum and gran sat in the sun and looked across the broad river.

Next day we headed up to Arrochar to start a walk. Extra socks were required in wellies and it's just as well I have two pairs of hiking boots that also fit my daughters' feet because two of them have borrowed boots recently.

It is quite a trudge up through the trees. MM, being a mountain goat of a boy, found it easy enough, but HH decided to crawl and collect rocks by the time we could see the top–well, some of the top. Without proper boots (and one person who passed us going down had an ice-axe) we couldn't go right up. Maybe next summer?

The Cobbler (Ben Arthur) 30 March 2018

Back down in Arrochar we stopped at the 3 Villages Cafe for cups of tea and kid drinks. Even though they were just about to close (last early closing of the season before they open longer hours for the summer months) they kindly made us tea to take away. 

Yesterday, DerbyshireDaughter and Toad went to a piano recital meetup at the Royal Scottish Conservatoire while I took the boys to Kelvingrove Museum. We were unable to pass the Bing Soul Desserts cafe on the walk from Partick Station without going in and sampling.