You know how it goes, I scream, you scream, we all scream, and a reason presents itself now to revive our occasional series. Hungry and Thursday… National Ice Cream Month.
There are few foods which conjure up summer and holidays more than the frozen milk or cream dessert which crosses the social divide.
With King Charles (the first one who lost his head) gorging in ice cream which Marco Polo had brought from China, and was scooped up by European courts.
While the First Fathers were known to dig in with George Washington recorded as spending $200 on ice cream in the summer of 1790.
While Thomas Jefferson brought vanilla into the country and had an 18-step recipe for ice cream.
That ice cream kick
All roads lead to rum: Tobago style
Of course one of the secret joys of ice cream has always been that it can carry an alcohol kick for curious kiddies.
And so it is with rum and raisin though we’re not always sure how much distilled molasses goes into your local scoop.
Unless that is you live in the Caribbean.
Where rum is laced through every breakfast, lunch or dinner, particularly over carnival.
And while we lap up every morsel of Bajan culture our favourite rum and raisin ice cream is in Tobago.
Sitting in the treetops bar at Castara Retreats with Porridge and Jeanelle.
Perhaps because we weren’t nursing a monster hangover from Bajan Foreday Morning, although the hair of the dog is always the best way to cure a sore head.
Il gelato
Licked it: Bergamo ices
For many of us, of course, Italia, Il Bel Paese, is the home of the ice cream.
Il gelato conjures up the freshest fruits which brings all our senses alive.
Limone, frutti di bosco or even mandarino all have their takers but for us it has to be La Fragola.
After a day jostling through the alleyways of Venice, in the beating heat of the Roman Forum.
Because the Vikings hadn’t stumped up a dowry payment for Margaret of Denmark promised to James III of Scotland by the family of his bride Margaret of Denmark.
And you’ll learn that here but so much more if you take a dander up to Orkney, ten miles off the northern coast of Caithness.
As Daughterie and her young man did only recently.
While her globetrotting Da is still to, another example of how we all know foreign shores so much better than our own.
Fun and Games
We have lift off: At Skara Brae
Now 24 countries are participating with more than 2,000 competitors in the NatWest Island Games in Kirkwall.
On Mainland, one of 20 inhabitable islands in the 70 that form Orkney.
Now this is the 20th iteration of the gathering which started on the Isle of Man back in 1985.
Many of the activities you would associate with the bigger international Games are on the programme.
And naturally because we’re dealing with islands here watersports are particularly keenly contested.
Water of life
Packed out: The Games have brought out the crowdsw
The Island Games are of course in miniature to the more celebrated global events.
But they pride themselves on their own individuality.
And despite being only 40 years old the actual islands have been around for thousands of years.
If you know your prehistory: Skara Brae
A traditional symbol of the games was started in 1991 when Aland in Finland asked all teams to bring some water from their islands.
They mixed it in a fountain and in all subsequent games water from the previous fountain has added samples of water.
From each island competing in the new games.
All creating a symbol of “mixing together”.
God’s own island
Chapel of love: The Italian Chapel
All of which preamble is our attempt at getting you to visit Orkney, your topical island.
And take in its many charms, culinary, cultural and historical.
The Neolithic village of Skara Brae lies near the white beach of the Bay of Skaill.
Uncovered by a storm in 1850, the site presents a remarkable picture of life in Orkney around 5,000 years ago.
Orkney has had its fair share of visitors, and remember that this is a nature-lover’s idyll with puffins a particular favourite.
Oh Deo: The beautiful POWs’ interior
More surprising might be that it was home to Italian POWs in the Second World War who left their mark.
And as East Lothian’s economy yields £8m from our tourney and the oldest major returns to Portrush, our corners of the planet are officially Open for business.
Now any destination that gets to put on a big sporting event comes with a premium for player and spectator alike.
And I’m always reminded, at this time of the year, of an old work colleague whose parents rented out their home in St Andrews.
The champion golfer’s brothers had approached the couple, who had put their names forward as a rental home.
And asked if they could take it, offering to pay top dollar and putting on a conservatory for them.
All of which paid off when Steve Ballesteros won the Claret Jug.
Up for rent
Timing is, of course, everything and alas our arrival in North Berwick has come at a time when the nearby Muirfield championship course is off the rota.
A course of such a standard and historical significance that the great Jack Nicklaus named his course Muirfield in Ohio after it.
So the opportunity to rent out our own demesne to a Tiger Woods or a Rory McIlroy will have to wait.
The golden ticket
The Open Golf Championship rolls into Royal Birkdale next year and the R&A and golf fans are already preparing themselves.
For us in East Lothian, already putting on a show for the Scottish Open dress-rehearsal for next week’s main event.
We say, haste ye back to Muirfield. We’re Open for golf business.
And if that means we can earn a pound or two on our house for a week and the local economy too then all the better.
I’m reminded every day how fortunate I am to be living in the most sought-after town in the country and now I learn that this county here East Lothian boasts the best of beaches in Seacliff… get our drift.
To buy the wares from the best horticulturalist in the business (She told me to say that).
And the Boomtown Rats, the Bluebells, Ezra Collective, Irvine Welsh and Rory Stewart are among the acts who will perform at the Fringe By The Sea next month.
Of course with so many luminaries passing through the upmarket coastal town we’re tempted not to keep Seacliff to ourselves.
Rock up to the Drift
Window to another world: Drift cafe
But then the Drift cafe, with arguably the best views of Bass Rock, even more so than the Seabird Centre in North Berwick, then the secret’s already out.
And you’ll want to book ahead for a window seat.
A Mecca for cyclists and trekkers, you can also drive up to it.
Seacliff fans are known to make a day of it in getting there.
And when there, descending the cliff to go for a dip and then returning to avail of the sauna pods outside the cafe.
Escape Sauna offers an open session or you can book privately for a session for up to five people.