My holiday to island paradise
AKA Millport. I posted before about the wonderfully preserved 50s Ritz Cafe in Millport, the tiny and only town on the Scottish island of Cumbrae. Well I finally got to visit. A May weekend that was hot enough to swim, on a deserted beach where no one could hear me yelling. I went to The Ritz and had peas and vinegar out of a Beryl Ware bowl. I looked out across the water to other islands, by day and by night. And when I came back to London I hated everything and didn’t want to speak or hear a car ever again. OK, so that didn’t last, but to try to recreate the effect here are my uninterrupted pictures of Millport. It was the colours that were so amazing. The sand was pink, the pink of the last house here. Imagine…
Wow, you know you need to leave London when even the litter looks photogenic! Loved this post… want to go myself and experience the joy of peas and vinegar!
Oh thanks Bethan. You’d love it. I wanted to rent a flat there for the whole summer. I didn’t even go into on the post how wild it is – the other side of the island is like West Cornwall, empty beaches and wild cliffs and woods, with bright green beach flora growing out of the pink sand. Yes, it made me feel insane for living in London. And peas and vinegar… John made them when we got home and they were nearly as good. You cook dried peas in bicarb of soda. Sounds gross but…Yum x
I would buy that last photo as a print!
I could have guessed that. I’ll try to nick it from Ros when I see her. x