Irvine to Barassie

Alan, Allan, Billy, Davie C, Davie Mc, Dougie, Gus, Hugh, Jim, Johnny, Kenny R, Kenny T, Malcolm, Robert

The start of the return leg

For various reasons this was to be a short walk today, well, shorter than normal, and we were blessed with a dry blustery morning as we assembled at Irvine shore.  Anxious to get underway, we started a few minutes before ten, not realising that Jim and the two Kennys had just arrived. They caught up quickly though. It was good to have Alan and Kenny T back with us and we were also glad to see Isla (Derval Davie’s wee dug) joining us on a walk for the first time.

The walk along the beach to Barassie, in good conditions, took us an hour. It was decided to stop beside the Scottish Water building to have coffee rather than continue up to the benches, a rather strange decision as there was no more shelter from the breeze there than at the benches. Davie and Isla, however, stuck to tradition.

Fifteen minutes later and we were off on the return leg with Isla still chasing the ball she had found, and in a very Holly-like fashion. The skies darkened about halfway along and we got a few minutes of light rain before it cleared up again. We were pretty strung out towards the end of the walk with those at the front reaching the cars a good ten minutes ahead of those at the rear, with the backmarkers arriving back at twenty past twelve.

This had been a good walk (6 miles) with the cobwebs having been blown away in the November sunshine.

FRT, for eight of us, was taken in Wetherspoon’s, where a relaxing hour and a half was spent.

Isla in her element

The backmarkers