DavidWW wrote:...snipped .........
Davie,
I was trying to find The Royal Hotel via a postcode search and came up with nothing. I then tried a couple of the neighbours from the 1881 census and Primrose Bank, Dunoon still appears to be there - PA23 7TR.
This is what led me to the search for a picture of Innellan.
Regards,
Annette M
Annette
Weel done to get the few miles down the Clyde Coast from Dunoon to Innellan.
We spent a family holiday there, in a caravan, when I was very young.
My memories are my father's repeated comments on the first day about the rain being just the "clearing shower", - torrential rain in a caravan is
noisy (but still not as noisy as tin roofs in New Zealand

), and, after about 8 hours,
he was right !, - the rest of the week was brilliant sunshine.
Being bitten on the leg on the beach by a cleg, the resultant bite swelling to frightening proportions.
And the fact that, adjacent to the caravan site, right up on the hill above Innellan itself, there was a golf course, - tee shots on several holes, if hooked or sliced as appropriate, would have ended up in the village a couple of hundred feet below.
Ain't memory fascinating?, as I remember nothing at all about what must have been an exciting journey for a 5 or 6 year old by train from Prestwick to Glasgow St Enoch station (for a couple of decades now, a large shopping mall), - the transfer to The Broomielaw, and the paddle steamer down to Innellan, - just that conviction in my memory that we did indeed travel by steamer (only possibly "paddle"), - very vague memories of arriving at Innellan Pier, - and, it's probably a later addition that I didn't quite understand that my father was so fascinated by the engines that he had to go and look at them so often

- "West of Scotland speak" to the rest of the family for a quick visit to the bar, - ships didn't have any limitation on opening hours.
However much I challenge the memory, especially by writing this post, no other clear memories surface

............................... except, and smell is reckoned to be one of the most powerful senses in terms of memory, the smell of the countryside drying out in the evening sunshine following that first day's torrential rain..........
Davie