Failford and Curry 11th March

 

Alan, Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Dougie, Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Johnny, Paul, Rex, Robert

There had been heavy rain overnight and thundery showers earlier in the morning, so we were well kitted out with wet weather gear before setting off from Failford for the gorge walk. It was dry when we started with some blue skies and, other than a couple of brief light showers, it stayed dry and sunny all morning, the only downside being the cold wind which hit us on when we were on the higher, more exposed sections.

The walk itself is weel-kent, but to summarise, after the steep initial ascent of the steps we made our way up and down along the path, missing out a visit to Peden’s Pulpit today, and continued to the point where you can take the lower route down the steps or stay high. As usual there was a split, six staying high and the rest going low, but all got to the bench at the same time. There was a thought to have coffee and then turn back from there, but Derval Davie suggested walking on past Daldorch Farm and have coffee at the wooden bridge. ‘Twenty minutes,’ was the time quoted, but after twenty-five we were almost there when it was decided to turn back as it threatened to rain, so we returned to the bench for coffee/lunch.

It was here that we got spread out with some continuing up to the nearby steps for their stop, and a seat, and others eschewing (word of the day) lunch and carrying on walking. All took the higher path back to the cars with the back markers arriving back at twenty-five to one having covered nearly six miles. A decent walk which provided ample opportunity to get the heart racing, and we had got much better than anticipated weather and encountered underfoot conditions which, in the main, considering the recent weather, were not too bad.

No FRT today as we would be assembling later to celebrate Hugh’s 70th at the Jewel.

 

The thirteen above were joined by Billy, Graham, Kenny T, Malcolm, and Peter for a most enjoyable evening at the Jewel. Happy birthday when it comes next week, Hugh! Enjoy your wine! Thanks again to Katrina and Lucy for their attention, and to Hugh for buying our nightcap at Wetherspoon’s later on.

Another good night out!

Arrangements for Wednesday 18th March

Portencross

Meet at the usual car park north of Ardrossan at the usual time for the usual walk to Portencross with the usual guys and the usual inane banter.

Mare images fae the Failford walk

 

Some images of the walk along the River Ayr Way at Failford

 

Loudoun Castle 4th March

  

Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Dougie, Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Johnny, Malcolm, Robert

It was a fine, but chilly, morning as we assembled at Barrmill Park in Galston for the walk up to Loudoun Castle. Kay dropped Davie and Isla at the gates to the Castle estate as the walk up the main road wouldn’t suit the dog, and they waited as the rest walked towards them at a sensible speed. Alan was wearing his psychedelic sunglasses in the hope he wouldn’t be recognised passing Loudoun Academy, his former place of work, although he was advised not to worry as you are soon forgotten when you leave, allegedly.

Passing through the gates we walked along the driveway and up to the fenced-off remains of the castle and, having skirted around it, we continued on our way. It was difficult to process that there had been a theme park there not so very long ago. Anyway, we eventually left tarmac and took a path through the trees up to Woodhead. Our boots were muddy by this time, indicative of the fact that the path had been mucky in places, hardly surprising given the recent weather.

Emerging back on to the road, there was a discussion about which way to go next, indicative of the divergent aspirations of those involved these days. Go left and continue up the road, or go straight on, a shorter route that would be the quickest way down into Newmilns. The latter option won out, and we walked on for fifteen minutes or so until we stopped for coffee at the old bridge. From there it was a matter of walking down Huggin Craig Road and Borebrae down into the town turning right at Main Street and finding the footbridge over the River Irvine and making our way to Brown Street. Five of our number, Alan, Dougie, Gus, Hugh and Jimmy decided to veer left and go up Windyhill Road and get to Galston that way in order to extend the walk a bit, whilst the rest made their way on to the Strath path for the last leg back to the cars. By this time there was warmth in the sun, and we were beginning to perspire, indicative of too many layers, but the low path group were finished by quarter to one and took what was left of their pieces before heading off to the Black Bull in Darvel for FRT. The others, having taken lunch enroute were about half an hour behind them having done 7.2 miles, half a mile more than the Strath guys.

All reassembled in The Black Bull for refreshments where the sage of Derval introduced the word of the day, indicative, if you hadn’t already guessed. Whether this word will overtake fabulous, or even superb, remains to be seen. Nonetheless a jovial time was had indicative of the camaraderie of the group.

Next week’s word of the day? Suggestions on a postcard!