Because of holiday commitments only six ooters, Rex, Allan, Robert,
Davie, Ian and Peter, met at Studio Peter in Catrine. Numbers were
bolstered however by the boy Davie from the junior section. We
journeyed up to Sorn, where Peter picked up his sister's dog, Nola,
(this was to be a two dog walk, Holly being the other of course), and
set off along the familiar roads and paths up to Blacksidend. Although
the ground underfoot on the hill was wet it was probably not as bad as
had been anticipated given the previous day's rain and the weather
overhead was fine and warm, though jackets were needed when up
top. In fact this was Davie's shorts' first outing of the year.
The cairn was reached about 11.30am when it was decided to continue
across to Wedder. Peter however had other ideas and wished to go back
down the hill and head across to explore a burn he had visited as a
boy. So he set off in one direction and the rest in the other (we had
agreed to meet up later though). Wedder was reached in half an hour and
lunch was taken there before retracing our steps back down the hill.
Lots of new-born lambs were on display and we hope that the wee
black-faced one was finally reunited with its mammy. Back on the road
Davie and Robert met some former teaching colleagues and we also met
Peter driving up the road to claim some pruch - is this the right
spelling? - he had spotted earlier.
The cars were reached about ten past two and we all returned to Poosie
Nancie's in Mauchline for FRT.
A lad took his girl up to Wedder
For up the path he had ledder
One thing on his mind
A nice spot there tae find
And then his intent was to bedder
But as he climbed he got redder
Thought of the lies he had fedder
He slipped on some muck
And with a cry of 'Oh goodness gracious me!'
A' doon the hill did a hedder
His troos were like passed through a shredder
And his face was the colour of cheddar
But the knock on his heid
Had affected him indeed
And he duly agreed there to wedder
Boom! Boom!
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