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