13 August - Dun Fionn

Davie C, Davie M, Rex, Robert, Paul, Malcolm, Alan

As arranged, we gathered at Asda in Ardrossan and with the weather forecast being reasonable we opted for the trip to Arran.

Because of an exceptionally low tide, departure was delayed for 45 minutes and it wasn't until 11.30 that we landed at Brodick. Against all tradition we chose to walk to Dun Fionn from Brodick rather than start the walk from Lamlash.

The walk out to the fort took us through territory which was new to most of us, although Davie M reminisced about visits to The Shieling some 40 years ago. We soon left the tarmac and passed through Corriegills Farm before starting the climb to Dun Fionn. The wind was strong and after meeting the extended Gregson family on their way down we settled down for lunch in the lee of the Dun. Here we enjoyed the extensive views to Holy Island and beyond.

Not where's Wally, but where's Holly?

View from Dun Fion north to a misty Goat Fell

After lunch we were back on to our usual route, although the landscape on the track to the main road had been altered somewhat by a considerable amount of tree-felling.  Despite recent heavy rains the path was in good condition with few boggy bits.

the Holy Isle

Once across the main road we took the forestry track beneath Sithein and we passed a new quarry, Here the group split with Davie M, Rex and Robert charging away ahead of those who preferred a more leisurely stroll through the trees.  We met a couple cycling uphill on the trail - it didn't look easy - and we all reassembled when the leading group stopped for coffee.

As we entered Glen Cloy we reached the end of the trees and safely traversed a field of horses.  Approaching Auchrannie, Robert had the chance to perform a favourite Ooters' joke as a youngster with his grandparents approached Holly and asked him if his dog was friendly.

By now there was just enough rain to make it worthwhile putting on waterproofs but it didn't last and we made our way along the seafront to the Douglas Arms. Davie M left us at this point, intent on catching the ferry waiting at the quay. Kay needed the car. We settled down outside the Douglas and were soon rejoined by Davie who had got to the quay just in time to see the gangway being lifted.

The downside of sitting outside soon became apparent as wasps descended upon us in legions and displayed a distinct liking for Peroni. When another light shower arrived we abandoned the exterior for the comfort of the bar.  Davie C unveiled his paddle of scunner (they can't touch you for it) modelled on Foster's paddle of rebuke and it was soon put to good use.  Anyone wishing to discuss gigabytes or ironing is forewarned.

Back aboard the Caledonian Isles, Alan treated us to chips which was very generous of him. Thanks Alan.

Another good day out on Arran!