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| The dog whisperer strikes again! |
As we assembled on a dreich morning
at Cornalees, we asked ourselves ‘Where are the guys who suggested this walk
today? Where indeed?’
No matter, whilst waiting, we passed the
time by talking to another chap awaiting his group of twenty fellow walkers. He
was a Greenock Cut virgin (Greenock and virgin has to be an oxymoron) and
reckoned their plan was to do the walk anti-clockwise. But we had a sense of
adventure today and set off, ‘haud me back’, in the clockwise direction. There
was moisture in the air, more like low cloud rather than a smir, but it was
very mild for the time of year and progress was good until our coffee stop at
our usual lunch spot, after all we were doing the walk backwards.
Ten minutes later and we were off
again, now in dry conditions, and with us able to see Greenock and across the
Firth, but not much beyond. We were about fifteen minutes away from our turn up
the hill when we met our friend from earlier, now accompanied by his fellow
travellers. As we passed some time with him again, he explained that they were
a group of former teachers from Eastwood H.S. in Newton Mearns, so, in turn, we
explained the composition of our group and the origins of our name and told him
to look out for us on the blog.
We stopped for lunch at our
traditional coffee spot, two-thirds of the way up the hill (for the
non-mathematicians, that is one-third of the way down the hill from the
opposite direction) and had a decent view in front of us.
The last leg over the brow of the
hill and down to the reservoir was uneventful, but we did notice that work had
been done to improve the rough path over to Old Largs Road. We used this once
before and we reminisced about our route that day and how we had entrusted Gus
to be our leader. Aye, the Whangie (20 September 2014) will not be
forgotten!
The Cut today had been busier than we
had ever seen it with groups, individuals, families, joggers and mountain
bikers, and this was borne out when we got back to the car park as it was
choc-a-bloc. As we got changed the drizzle appeared again, but no matter, we
had got the best of the day and had had a good walk.
Our official time keeper said two
hours and fifty-three minutes. He couldn’t give us the number of seconds as
Mickey Mouse had only two hands.
FRT was taken at Wetherspoon’s in
Largs where Davie the younger transformed himself into Ena Sharples by making
milk stout his choice for the day (albeit abv 5.6%). We spent a jovial hour and
a half there before time was called. And before anyone asks, it was a three-pint
day, at least for some.
A grand day out!
Notes
For details about the upturned sugar boat on the sandbank, see the report
of 28 August 2013.
For details about Gus’s route, see the report of 17 June 2015.
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