Alan Mc, Alan S, Davie C, Davie Mc, Graham,
Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Paul, Robert & Rex
On a damp, dreepy day eleven Ooters gathered at
Knockroon in Cumnock for what should have been a delightful walk. It might have
been if it hadn’t been for the continual drip of rain and one or two really
mucky sections. Davie Mc decided to drive into Woodroad Park and wait for us
there.
We left Knockroon and strolled casually into
Cumnock noting Kier Hardie’s house on Auchinleck Road. At the Lugar bridge we
crossed the road and entered Woodroad Park. Some more nostalgia from the
Cumnockians who pionted out where the swimming pool was and where ‘Tarzan’ gave
a demonstration of diving. Then we left the park and climbed up under Templand
viaduct where we found the new path designated ‘Broombraes’ and followed this
to Lugar. Here Davie Mc, protecting his sare back, turned back. We would meet him
later.
Coming along the main road through Lugar
brought us to the Lugar Spoot. Coffee/early lunch was taken here before crossing
the Lugar Water and following this to Lugar Viaduct. It was here that we met
the first of our glaury sections. It didn’t last though and walking through the
fields towards the ruins of Barlonachan Farm was much cleaner. Our leader for
the day was in his usual position at the rear when he noticed the advanced
group veer off in the wrong direction taking the majority with them. A few
shouts and screeches attracted attention and the wayward group were soon
returned to the fold. At the ruins came the last climb of the day towards
Longmore Farm. Unfortunately for us the wet weather and the farmer’s quad had
turned the track to mush. Oozy mud and a few choice phrases were the order of
the day for the next quarter of a mile. A gate, farmer-tied with bailer twine,
had to be negotiated and more mud was experienced before we found firmer
footing past Longmore. Then we came to some sensible walking on Glenmuir road.
This was followed without break down through
Logan, down Barrhill Road and into the town. The long-lost Davie Mc had just
come to his car and was driving along Auchinleck Road as we were walking there.
Two of our number, who shall remain un-named, succumbed to temptation and
accepted a lift in the aforementioned car. The rest walked back to Knockroon
and a change into dry kit.
FRT was taken in our usual howf, the Black
Bull in Mauchline, where we were treated to our usual fare. Thanks again folks.



















































