Well, There Goes another one...

Great excitement in the little town of Troon today, well yesterday as well truth be told. Scottish Conservatives were in town for their Conference, and Mr Cameron, had a wee visit to say "Herlo".

I couldn't park last night in the town when I went for my Scampi Supper.... I had to park ages away and walk, but was rewarded by the sight of one of the coffee shops in town, making up picnic bags for the visitors to the conference.... every table in the shop was covered - they'd all be getting a bit of their lovely tablet for sure. I betcha they are giving away the bags today, because I'm sure that there is no way on earth that many people attended.

Today, after my attendance at the Volley, which involved getting very distracted by a wee baby, and after Si had cleaned the beach, thank you Si, very well done, (shame you weren't doing the South Beach in honour of Mr Cameron), we headed into the town for a wee bit of excitement and MP spotting.

Sadly, it appeared to be all over as several men in hi-vis jackets were loading a massive lorry with the contents of the Town Hall, but the 10 ft fences were still up right round it, with roads closed off in all directions.

Most amusing was the fact that they had done this to all the litter bins, obviously to prevent gnomes hiding in them and jumping out and scaring him.

There was to be a "mass" demonstration today, and obviously they brought in the artillary just in case. Sadly however, the only signs of a mass militant explosion was a baby with six Labour Posters sticking out the back of her buggy, and a man, with a rolled up banner, enjoying a Venice Ice Cream. The rest of were enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.... running in and out the water!

Bearing in mind this is March 24, and I've seen in Snow in Troon in May .... the weather today was unbelievable. The beach was fair jumping!

hey ho , this chappy drew my attention. His little runner was running round, asking the police to stand in the background and look calming and reassuring, and chasing the contractors in hi-vis jackets away, who had taken to banging their wrenches on the 10ft high fences. When she wasn't doing that, she was holding that nice sheet of paper up to his face to make him look all bright and beautiful

Si and I sat on the beach wall and contemplated being those people who run behind them, waving like lunatics, but in truth - there were actually plenty of them about who were doing it without even trying. Biggest laugh went to one lady, obviously with the same sense of humour as me, who stood in front him, and lifted her t-shirt up, squealing with laughter that he would have been confused because her spare tyre was bigger than her boobs!