Allan, Andy, Davie,
Davie, Ian, Johnny,
Malcolm, Paul, Robert, Ronnie
When we
arrived at the car park at Dunure we were greeted by a snell wind and an
overcast sky. Although the sun threatened to break through on a number of
occasions, it didn’t, and the order of the day was to keep going for the wind
was to be against us as the designated cars arrived at Maidens.
This is a
walk that has been documented many times before and is one of our favourites,
so the description that follows is minimal.
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| 'All along the watchtower' |
Setting off
along the beach we made good time and soon we found the ‘staircase’ up towards
the cliff walk and it was here that a short coffee stop was called for – and
guess what? – it was at our usual place, but today the view was much
restricted. Before long, having scoffed the last of Allan’s Christmas sweeties,
a box, no less, of Liquorice Allsorts, we made our way into the grounds of
Culzean, skirting the swan pond and heading up to the castle itself. We noted
work taking place towards the roof and a discussion ensued about how certain
parts of the castle’s sandstone and the surrounding buildings were suffering
from erosion. We didn’t stop off at the café on this visit for two reasons 1)
we weren’t sure if it would be open and 2) Davie had checked the tides and had suggested that we
make our way along the beach asap. Remember the adage ‘Beware the tides of
March’. We wonder however if Davie
had checked them in the mist as the sea was well out as we passed by the gas
house and on to the beach.
Lunch was
called for at, dare I say it, our usual spot on the rocks and since we were in
the shelter it made for a pleasant break. All good things come to an end though
and we were soon climbing up the track from the beach to the cliff top and
making steady progress alongside the fields which seemed to be drying out
nicely for there were only a few mucky parts to be negotiated. When we reached
the stepping stones over the burn we were delighted to find that a new bridge
had been built making it much easier for Paul and Davie. The next ‘view stop’ was at the watchtower
before the last wee sprint to the cars back at Dunure.
FRT was
taken in the public bar at the Dunure Inn where there were laughs aplenty.
1 comment:
Kay is adamant she told Davie that LOW tide was at 12!
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