Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C, Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Johnny, Paul, Rex
It was yet another dreich morning as we met at Dean Park for our walk to Craufurdland, overcast with moisture in the air, not raining, but a bit misty. Robert, who wasn’t walking today, was there to cheer us off as we made our way up through the estate, on to Assloss Road and then turning right to cross the ford and go up to Grassyards Road. This section at the underpass and the ford has been marred with fly-tipping in the past, and although not as bad as we’ve seen, it was still an issue.
The walk up to the turn-off to Fenwick was in quite dense mist but it cleared as we entered the access road to Craufurdland and our coffee stop in the Laird’s Table. A very pleasant half-hour was spent here, at least until Davie sent Alan up to pay the bill. Misunderstanding Davie’s instructions, or lack of them, Alan left a large tip. This was met with a combination of laughter and disbelief by the assembled company. Davie, the kitty man, was almost in tears. Was it just the naivety of youth or was it a masterstroke on Alan’s behalf to never again be asked to do anything? Time will tell.
We left the restaurant at midday and were back at the cars, taking the shorter, direct route, by twenty to one. Six and a half miles in two hours forty-five minutes.
Jimmy couldn’t come for lunch in Wetherspoon’s but Dougie and Billy joined us for a couple of hours of food, drinks (quite a lot of them actually), and the usual banter. A grand way to finish off the day.
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