Exhilarated.  That’s the best word I can find to describe the boys when I collected them from Largs last Friday.   There I’d been, worrying all week that they might be hating it.  I should have known better. 

We waved the others off in the minibus and then retired to Nardini’s – or the sad imitation of Nardini’s, all that remains of an institution that should surely have had campaigns to save it – for something to eat.  With ice cream, of course, which can still be had.  They could barely stop talking long enough to look at the menu, although a week of fresh air ensured that Continue reading →