Last week I visited Prestwick and, at its southern end, the town runs into Ayr and it’s difficult to tell where one has ended and the other taken over.
It was well over forty years since I’d previously visited Ayr, on a childhood holiday with my mum, my stepdad, Syd, and my two step-brothers. I had tonsillitis and was diagnosed as such on the day after …
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