Alan, Allan, Dougie, Gus, Ian, Jim,
Kenny R, Kenny T, Malcolm, Paul, Rex, Robert
On the morning after the night
before, when the Donald was elected, most Ooters had elected to do the
alternative walk.
The forecast for the west coast was
for showers, but it was dry, a bit cold, and bright, as we assembled at
Greenan. Indeed we fortunate in that the weather stayed dry for the whole day. Browncarrick Hill had a topping of snow, so we
were well wrapped up as we walked along the beach towards Craig Tara. The tide
was receding and therefore this stretch provided no difficulties meaning good
progress was made with us reaching the top of the access road in about fifty
minutes. A wee stop here allowed some layers to come off, as we were well warmed up by this time, before we engaged the road section up to the sign for the Carrick Hills. Turning up left we stopped for coffee at our usual corner. At least most of us did as Allan and Kenny decided to plough on at a moderate speed up the drag.
Most unexpectedly, they reached the masts without being overtaken, and, for once, Allan could look down on the others - physically, not metaphorically, although…
Despite some low misty cloud, good views were to be had whilst awaiting the rest catching up, before lunch was taken.
Half of the company decided to go up to the trig point after lunch whilst the rest retraced their steps and reached the cars three and three quarter hours after having set off. Four of the others arrived twenty minutes later, but Kenny R and Paul were posted missing with various suggestions postulated as to what they were up to! As a search party was about to set off, they appeared muttering something about the wild life.
Kenny R didn’t join us for FRT at the Abbotsford saying that he had ordered a flat-pack nuclear shelter from B&Q and had to go and pick it up!
The apres walk, as usual, was most convivial, although the barmaid could have been more welcoming.
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