Alan, Allan, Davie Mc, Gus, Ian,
Jimmy, Johnny, Kenny T, Malcolm, Paul, Peter, Rex
We went down the road to find
Glenbuck
Did we find it? Did we cocoa?The village has gone, only a farmhouse remains
Great big holes, and plenty of stanes
The fitba’ park was overgrown
A very long time since the grass was mown
And Shankly’s memorial is there to see
Pity about the needless apostrophee! (Poetic licence)
The rest, “We’ll need to look into it
then”.
Where's wee Davie the day? |
We were getting eaten alive by midges
as we left the car parking area next to Glenbuck Loch on the first leg of our
walk i.e. go round the loch in a clockwise direction. Passing a couple of
fishermen, we noted that Johnny had already given them an Ooters card and one
of them was accessing the blog on his smartphone. We made good progress in
decent conditions until, when we were about halfway up the far side, we were
buzzed by a very low-flying Hercules transport aircraft – so low that we waited
for a number of seconds to see if it was about to crash. Drama over, we soon
made our way to the access road to Glenbuck and made our way up to where the village
had been and surveyed the wilderness.
The remains of Spyreslack farm |
Gie's a bit o' yer piece, mister! |
The view from the vantage point |
And in the other direction |
Entering the mine |
Going down |
Into the stratasphere? |
Ever feel that you're being watched? |
At the floor of the mine |
A good day out despite the weather,
and one which, no doubt, will be repeated.
P.S. This was the day the Ooters traded hill-walking for hole-walking.
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