As we walk from Stevenston point the rocky shoreline gives way to sand dunes covered in sea grass. A cut from this sea grass felt ten times worse than a paper cut. Many families, local or day trippers, would spend the day there with a picnic. The sand would get into your piece and under the lid of your ginger, when taking the top off it made you cringe. It never stopped us enjoying the fare. The swings sat to the left on our walk, first was the roundabout and yankee swing then the big swings, the chute, then the baby swings . After this sat a monument, still on the left hand side, I don't remember the details but I remember part of the inscription, it was "STEVENSTOUNE".
A wee saunter further on, on the right hand side sat the kiosk with it's tea room and wee shop. I always found it very colourful with it's display of wares, spades, pails and inflatables. On the left was the paddling pool, but to us it was a swimming pool.
. A little bit further on to the right was waste ground and was used every year by "Whites Shows"Doubling back on ourselves and taking the road towards the station, on the right hand side sat the first aid hut, not sure what service manned it. On the left beside the kiosk there was a cast iron drinking well, and on many a hot summers day I quenched my thirst. A few yards along sat the putting green, the wee green hut being managed by a Mrs Young , from my memory.
Continuing along this road we get to shore road and the post office.
