Alan S, Alan
W, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Gus, Ian, Jimmy, Johnny, Kenny R, Kenny T,
Malcolm, Paul, Rex
There was a
good turnout as we assembled at the car park adjacent to the beach in Seamill
for our walk to Largs. After the recent rains, the forecast had been for a dry
morning and early afternoon with rain again arriving about two o’clock, so we
wasted little time in getting started along the coastal path. Before too long
we had passed the golf course and whereas a few of us took the sensible route
of going up to meet the tarmac for the journey down to Portencross Castle, the
majority, led by he who must remain nameless, decided to go straight on. Before
very long it became clear that this did not provide easy walking, so the main
group had to trek across the glaur of the fields, and worse, to regain the
road.
As we continued
past the castle and along to our traditional stopping point on the rocks at Hunterston
for coffee, Alan W and his big dug, Oscar, turned back to meet up with his wife.
There was moisture in the air as we set off down past the power
station noting that the area was a hive of activity with engineers, workmen and
large trucks in abundance. By the time we were close to the main road the rain
was on for real and was to remain so until we reached the picnic tables on the
outskirts of Fairlie. Although it was still raining a decision was made to take
lunch here. Allan and Johnny however decided that they would forego this ‘pleasure’
and continued along the path into Fairlie before cutting up to the A78 and
following it, in the pouring rain, down to the bus stop at the bowling club. Here
they dried off, had lunch and waited for the rest to catch up.
When they
did arrive the decision was made, after some debate, to curtail the walk here
and take the next bus back to Seamill and the cars.
Seamill was
a bit drier and Irvine, where we partook of FRT at Wetherspoon’s, was dry, but
as we looked back up the coast, the Largs area was obscured by rain clouds.
This had been the fourth walk in a row in dreich conditions, hopefully our luck
will turn soon.
The walk
itself had taken a tad over three hours and we spent another hour and a half in
The Auld Brig. Davie Mc was still recovering from his bug and was keen to tell
us that he had not had an alcoholic drink in ten days as he ordered up a soft
drink. When Davie C told him that there was an Arran Blonde downstairs for £2
he retorted that he had not paid for sex in his life and wouldn’t start now,
but when it was pointed out that, as with most things in this pub, it came with
a complimentary drink, he relented*.
Davie C
continues on his health-related alcohol-free journey and was most gracious in
his praise for his fellow Ooters. What is it they say… abstinence makes the
heart grow fonder?
*Kay knows
we are only joking…there was no free pint!
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