Alan, Allan,
Davie Mc, Gus, Jimmy, Johnny, Peter, Robert
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Lock aye the noo |
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The ugly ducklings |
The forecast
for the morning was not good so, as we met at Anniesland, the decision was taken
to apply plan B and head off down the canal walk towards Clydebank. To begin
with rain jackets were adorned but very soon these were dispensed with as, although
overcast, it was warm and humid. Coffee was called for after about 50 minutes
at one of the locks and before long we were under way again and by half past
eleven Clydebank had been reached. Alan, Allan and Johnny decided to have a
seat in the warmth outside
McMonagle’s
chip boat whilst the others walked on to the Beardmore monument before
returning to join up with the rest for a fish supper. Only Davie resisted the
temptation and chose to eat his packed lunch, much to Holly’s disdain.
The return
along the path to our cars was speedy, with only a short stop to witness a pint-sized
puffer, the 'Wee Spark', negotiate a lock.
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Fortunately, deep fried swans were not on the menu |
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Old boys and their toys |
FRT was
taken back at the Kings Arms in Fenwick.
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