Corsencon 17 May

Allan, Davie Mc, Dougie, Gus, Ian, Jim, Jimmy, Johnny, Paul, Peter

From the car park at New Cumnock station we made our way up the long, and definitely not so winding road, towards Corsencon. Overhead conditions were reasonable and a good, sensible pace was set until coffee was called for after an hour. We continued up to the limestone mine and took time to do what the Ooters do best i.e. look in to a big hole.

There was a faint moisture in the air by this time so jackets were donned for the climb. Johnny and Allan, still recovering from ailments, decided that they would head back down the road leaving the rest to continue onwards and upwards. As they walked down the road and paused to talk to a local, they, with the help of Johnny’s telescope, could see the guys making excellent progress up the slope. By the time the twosome had reached the lunch stop at the communications mast, Jimmy had come down the hill, by the direct route, and was heading towards them. The others chose a more conservative route down and arrived in dribs and drabs over the next fifteen minutes or so. By this time, we were in warm sunshine, and a leisurely lunch was taken.
We were in shirt sleeves for the walk back down the road but Holly chose to give us a wee bit of excitement. Having gone into a field, she couldn’t find her way out over a barbed wire fence. Davie was shouted at, screamed at, whistled at, as he made his way, on his lonesome, down the road, but to no avail. He was oblivious to the drama behind. Our resident dog whisperer decided to climb over the fence to help her, and this was going well until Ian decided to ‘help’, the result being that the barbed wire attacked Jimmy in a very delicate area . Nonetheless, having regained his composure, he got to the other side and lifted Holly over the fence.
The rest of the way in was uneventful, although the walk in seemed a lot longer than the earlier walk out. Four hours for a walk of between eight and nine miles.
FRT was taken at the Royal in Cumnock

Coffee stop

Six on the skyline.

Dr Johnstone, I presume!

At lunch we were dazzled by the reflection of the Sun

Holly cools off

Footnote. New Cumnock was bedecked in red and white in support of the Glens bid to win the Junior cup. Your scribe did not pass through Auchinleck, but assumes black and gold decorates the town.