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Right.
A full and proper account of my Glasgow/ Arran will be written in another thread at some point.
This is just to get me back into the reportage swing of things.
Scottish breakfasts from last Friday onwards.
For reasons to be explained later I had to go to a local pub when I arrived 3 January. No danger of drinking myself silly; Glasgow laws mean that you can't buy alcohol until 11.00, but certain pubs are open for breakfast and generally cheaper than local cafes. And have bigger and better toilets.
Anyway
1) Sausage, bacon and fried egg in a white bread bloomer sandwich.
Impossible to pick up, so I ate it with a knife and fork. I'm such a Sassenach.
2) Despite my ridiculously early arrival at the Alamo (same morning), the owner Steve offered breakfast. A meal I was not in any way entitled to. I declined of course, but when pressed accepted more tea. It came with shortbread.
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