Alan, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc,
Dougie, Ian, Johnny, Kenny T, Malcolm, Rex, Robert
As we met in Eaglesham an executive
decision was made to take some cars up to Ballageich Hill and therefore cut out
the two-mile walk along the road. The weather was bright and cold but, with
wintry showers promised, we didn’t hang about and were on the top of the hill at
10.15. The view was grand, but we pushed on and followed our leader, who shall
remain nameless, on an unfamiliar, some would say wrong, path. After
encountering some boggy stuff and loads of dougals, we emerged halfway down
Lochcraig Reservoir, only to find that the track we had headed for was a muck
heap. Never mind, we made it up to the head of the reservoir where we took
stock.
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The long and muddy road |
In the past we had stayed high for a
longer time and had come out between the reservoir and Bennan Loch. The road we
had now come on to would have taken us back up to Bennan Loch if we had turned
left, and some wanted to take this route, but the majority held sway and we
turned right to head down to South Moorhouse Farm. Here we turned right and
followed the track, which again was very muddy for the first couple of hundred
yards, until we reached East Moorhouse Farm and its Clydesdale horses.
Continuing on, we emerged on Kirkton Moor Road, where we stopped at our usual
spot beside the road. We took lunch as this was going to be our only stop, even
though it was only about twenty past eleven.
Ian was congratulated on having some
nice chicken soup and had brought a handsome mug for the use of. Having
partaken of most of it he put the mug down to have a blether. The next time he
looked, Holly had her nose in the mug and had scoffed the lot. She emerged,
licking her lips, to the laughs of all around.
The sky was threatening so we didn’t
linger and made our way past Bonnyton Golf Club and back to the rest of the
cars, which were reached just after noon. Probably one of the shorter walks we
will do but we had got it remarkably dry.
FRT was taken at the Kings Arms in Fenwick where, in the warmth, we watched the heavy wintry showers outside. We had got the best of the day and had done about five miles in just over two hours. One or two would have liked a longer walk, but not many.
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Two stallions and a wee Clydesdale |