Along with about sixty other middle aged social inadequate drunkards respectable small business people and managerial types, I went on an annual pilgrimage to the beautiful Island of Bute’s main centre of population, Rothesay, yesterday. This yearly trip of the Dumbarton ‘Sma Corks’ has taken place every year since 1894 initially to Fort William on the West Highland Railway but at least since WW2 to Rothesay.
Rothesay until the 1960’s was a main holiday destination for the Glasgow working class. They would board a ‘steamer’ at either Glasgow or catch a train to Craigendoran and transfer to the boat there. The steamers ran to destinations like Rothesay, Millport, Dunoon, and Brodick on the Isle of Arran amongst others. These days any tourist trade in Rothesay is normally limited to day trippers or those seeking a short break and the transport is by the much more prosaic ferries. These are miles ahead of the (now defunct bar one) old steamers in comfort and speed but somehow lacking a little bit in character. I actually forgot to take the camera yesterday but I did have the phone and captured a few snaps.
The format of the day is the same every year and revolves around consumption of drink sporting endeavour in the form of 9 holes of putting, a variation on dominoes called ‘Blind Hughie’ and a bowls tournament. Let’s just say I’m never involved in the prizes!
Arrived home last night about nine and slept soundly for about nine hours. That putting fairly takes it out of you!