Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc,
Dougie, Francesco, Graeme, Gus, Hugh, Iain, Ian, Ian M, Jimmy, Paul, Rex
Alan had brought Graeme and Ian to
accompany us, and Rex had brought Francesco, so, by the time everyone had got
there, there would be fifteen of us, a great turn out. Another walking group
arrived to do the walk we had done last year (part of the John Buchan Trail)
and they recognised us as the Earlyooters. Indeed, one chap was known to some
of us as he was a former K.A. teacher. We spent some time renewing
acquaintancies and having a general blether whilst awaiting the arrival of the
Killie car which had had to make a detour due to roadworks in Strathaven. None
of the occupants had seen Davie’s, sorry, Kay’s, email! However, they were only
fifteen minutes late and had made good time to arrive as early as they did.
The forecast was not too great, but
we were in good spirits as we took some of the cars up to Talla Reservoir
(opened 1905) at Tweedsmuir and, by the time we got there, the rain, albeit
light rain, had started.The Talla Railway line (built 1895-97) had been constructed as a branch of the Caledonian Railway to bring materials and equipment for the construction of the earth and clay dam (similar to the one at Whaley Bridge) and, after the dam was built, the track was lifted in 1910, leaving only the ballast. When you consider the effort and cost of constructing the railway, not to mention the engineering skills, it seems a pity that it did not have a longer life, but it was deemed commercially unviable due to the small population it would serve. The reservoir itself serves Edinburgh and the pipeline which takes the water to the city was another masterpiece of engineering and tunnelling.
It was nearly twenty past ten when we started off, following the line of the track below Victoria Lodge. The walking for the first couple of hundred yards was tricky over the remains of the ballast that had made the track bed, but after that it was no bother. The only obstacles at this stage were the wee bridges that had not survived, but it wasn’t an issue to go down the banking and back up again, and, as the route was downhill, progress was good. We crossed the Tweed on the bridge that also takes the water pipes, making our way across the A701 Moffat road, and following the track to Alan’s hut i.e. The Albert Watson Memorial Hut, aka the Polmood Hut.
Having reached the hut about 11.35am, and having covered the first three miles, we spent a good half hour or so having tea/coffee and enjoying our hosts’ hospitality. Thank you, guys! As we were about to leave Mike Chalton arrived in his Pinzgauer (we met him recently on the Loudoun Hill walk) and made himself a cuppa. It took the bothy group another ten minutes or so to tidy up the hut in readiness for some ladies arriving in the afternoon, so it would be about 12.15pm when we set off again in the rain. The rain, just drizzle, had been on and off all morning and that was to be the pattern for the rest of the day.
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| A welcome break! |
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| 'Haw, mister. You don't expect me to go in there.' 'Don't worry, Holly. It's too overgrown, even for the Ooters.' |
The going thereafter was variable, from longish grass on the line, to short grass, to the odd farmer’s field, to tarmac, before we found the line again and made our way towards Broughton. Eventually the village came into sight and the last wee stretch was on some tarmac past the Bowling Club, where it was obviously Ladies Day.
Where we emerged was at the opposite end of Broughton from the cars but, by this time, we were in warm sunshine as we trooped up the main street and arrived back just after three o’clock. Four and three-quarter hours for the eleven-mile walk were today’s figures.
As we changed, Alan, Graeme and Ian called us over and offered each of us a bottle of Broughton Ale as a thank you for making the trip. Thank you again, folks! Absolutely unnecessary, but much appreciated.
FRT was taken across the road at the Laurel Bank Licensed Tearoom where a relaxing hour was spent, although some had to spend some of the time retrieving cars from the car park at the reservoir.
This had been a long and tiring, but satisfying, day out. The only regret was the iffy weather. On a better day we would have enjoyed the scenery much more and, for a few of us, would have kept our feet drier.
Notes:
·
For
the record, our esteemed treasurer had spent 50p on a new wallet/purse. He was
well proud of himself, but what will the auditors say?
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There
is good information on the construction and history of the Talla Railway and
Reservoir, and, indeed, the Hut, on the internet.
