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| Seventies rock group: The Glaid Stones |
On a clear morning with a chill wee
wind, we took the 10.15am ferry to Cumbrae for our familiar route march.
Leaving the slipway we made our way up to the Glaid Stone in double quick time,
took some pictures, and decided it was too cold and windy to stop there for
coffee. Making our way down, thankfully sheltered from the elements, a stop was
called for at some roadside benches. Johnny decided it was still too cold to
stop, so he ventured on, with Allan in tow, until the usual lunch shelter was
reached at the helipad.
They were soon joined by the rest and
a question was posed i.e. ‘Could we make the 2pm ferry back?’
Leaving at 12.25 we marched up the far side of the island straight into the chill wind, trying to follow the pace set by Rex and Dougie. We didn’t stop until the slipway was reached, just in time for the aforementioned ferry. Ten and a half miles in three and a half hours including the lunch stop. It’s amazing what can be achieved when a certain man and his dug don’t hold you back! Seriously though, there were some sair feet by the time we had finished. It’s also maybe just as well that Alan was away fishin’.
FRT was taken at Wetherspoon’s in Largs, just in time for their beer festival. The banter was good, as were the chips!
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| I wandered lonely as a ...! |
Leaving at 12.25 we marched up the far side of the island straight into the chill wind, trying to follow the pace set by Rex and Dougie. We didn’t stop until the slipway was reached, just in time for the aforementioned ferry. Ten and a half miles in three and a half hours including the lunch stop. It’s amazing what can be achieved when a certain man and his dug don’t hold you back! Seriously though, there were some sair feet by the time we had finished. It’s also maybe just as well that Alan was away fishin’.
FRT was taken at Wetherspoon’s in Largs, just in time for their beer festival. The banter was good, as were the chips!
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| Head in the clouds |
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