Alan, Allan,
Davie C, Gus, Kenny, Jimmy, Johnny, Malcolm, Paul
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| View point on the way up to New Lanark |
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| Soon be time for coffee! |
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| New Lanark |
The
overnight rain had given way to a bright, fresh autumn morning as we assembled
at Kirkfieldbank for our walk up to the Falls of Clyde. With memories still
fresh from last week, tick bites provided a source of discussion as we made the
initial climb up to the Clyde Walkway. Paul assured us that Lyme Disease was
not an issue as the bites causing this formed a sort of bullseye pattern. His were
more like a clock face and reckoned he had been bitten by tick tocks!
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| The flow was a mere dribble |
Anyway,
there were gasps when Jimmy, leading, indicated the path to be taken. However,
the general consensus was that, on this occasion, he was right and that no
curtilages would be violated. The walking was pleasant and time was taken at
the various view points as we made our way up to New Lanark where coffee was
taken.
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| The view upstream from the dam |
Continuing
up past the power station we could not help but draw comparisons about the low
level of water compared to previous encounters. It was suggested that it would
be worth watching if one of our number was to go over the falls in a barrel.
When Davie’s name was unanimously agreed, Johnny said that a firkin would
suffice. Davie’s reply was something like, ‘I might be daft, but I’m no firkin
stupid!’
Lunch was
taken just after midday on the pathway at the far side of the dam before the circuit
was completed and the cars were reached.
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| Downstream from the dam |
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| As much of a waterfall as we could see today |
FRT was
taken at the Black Bull in Darvel where George was treated like a long lost son.
Another fine
day out!
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