The car in front of me yesterday proudly claimed that it was “powered by bitch dust”.
This found out, was an indication of the character of the usual occupant, being it was her badge of honour.
As we followed her over Tam’s Brig towards Ayr she slowed down and her Neanderthal mate in the front passenger seat wound down his window and lobbed a fast food drinks carton out of the window onto the road.
This morning whilst walking across the Low Green to work a very prim lady watched as her golden Labrador defecated right outside of the amusement arcade frequented predominantly by children. Clearly she was not going to demean herself by picking up her dog’s waste.
It strikes me that both the occupants of the car and the prim lady would probably disapprove of each others’ actions had they seen them. Had they not, one would look at the carton on the road and tut tut at the council worker that should have picked it up and the others would look at the dog’s mess and complain about the fact that this was just in front of County Buildings.
My experience of our town is that there is a majority of good people in it who recognise that it is all our responsibility to make our community flourish. It’s the one or two from all sections of society that let us down.
What was the light?
On Saturday, October 19 at around 9.45pm, four of us were walking along Prestwick promenade.
We became aware of an orange glow through clouds above the sea and from the south west.
As we watched, the glow became rounded and its light was bright enough to create a path of light across the sea and towards us.
Had sunset not occurred some hours before, we would have assumed this to be the sun, it was that shape and of sufficient brightness.
After some minutes, the shape and the glow slowly disappeared until only total darkness remained.
I would be interested to know of any other witnesses and suggestions as to what it could have been?
Search for information
On January 14, 1958 a relative of mine passed away in the Ballochmyle Hospital.
He was Peter Crawford , a retired marine engineer, who had previously lived at 17 Station Road, Monkton.
His daughter, C McQuiston is listed as the informant and at the time was living at 31 Heathfield Road, Ayr.
Since obtaining this information, I have been trying to locate her or her descendants but to no avail.
I estimate that she could be a lady in her 50s or 60s.
If anyone can help I would be much obliged as living here in Australia, distance makes it very difficult.
My address is C/O 1 Denmark Street, Wombarra NSW 2515.
I can also be reached through my friends email address, firstname.lastname@example.org
No one spotted this
In response to Lynn Turnbull’s letter, my daughters and myself were absolutely horrified by the actions of the person concerned.
Surely in this day age of having CCTV cameras everywhere, would it not be possible for the police to check the cameras, given that they have the exact time, and identify the person responsible. In a civilised society, we simply cannot let people get away with such actions without them being held to account.
In the same vein regarding the article about the two small dogs being ditched in the lay-by, someone must know who is responsible. Are we no longer a nation of animal lovers?
Ms Rhonda Smith
Miss Constance McRobert-Smith (13)
Miss Pearl McRobert-Smith (9)
After reading the Ayrshire Post regarding the High Street in Ayr, I was totally gobsmacked at the fact that the planning councillors refused Toys R Us planning permission.
Nineteen per cent of the High Street shops are empty. What are these so called brainless planning councillors doing to our wee toon? Reading between the two stories in the Post, the possibility of Marks and Spencers moving to Heathfield would also make another High Street store empty, thus adding another mess caused by South Ayrshire BRAINLESS planning councillors.
What we need is new planning councillors. People who use their head and are thinking in the long run about the future of Ayr’s High Street.
Sack them all and give it to the people of Ayr.
I will finish with a wee story of how the planning committee build a bus stop exactly 1 metre from two disabled parking spaces, that show how brainless these councillors are.