Allan, Davie C, Dougie, Gus, Johnny, Malcolm, Paul, Rex, Robert
The decision to change today’s walk was the correct one as it rained, not too heavily, from beginning to end, although it was warm and relatively calm. We headed from the Dean Park car park up towards the renovated castle where we met Laura, Derval Davie’s daughter, and chatted to her for a couple of minutes before continuing up the paths and on to the tarmac. Given the recent rain it had been no surprise to see the rivers gushing down below us in the park and, when we reached the ford, there was no way any vehicle could have crossed today. (It had been decided to come this way, rather than going straight to Craufurdland, to create something of a circular walk rather than straight out and straight back).
Turning left on to Grassyards Road we walked on and then turned left towards the entrance to Craufurdland. It was about twenty past eleven when we stopped under a large tree at the Laird’s Table in order that Davie could have his piece, and to allow the rest of us to dry off a bit.
We were soon on our way again and took the shortest route back to the cars, returning to them two and a half hours after having set off, and having covered about seven and a half miles. We were wet, but it dried up long enough for us to get changed and into the cars.
Billy joined us in the First Edition for FRT, and most also partook of a lunch, OK for the price but not haute cuisine. Many thanks to Davie and Malcolm, our birthday boys, for buying today's drinks, meaning the kitty wasn't touched. Robert entertained us with one of his senior moments, to rival, if not surpass, the episode in Rothesay when he saw someone that looked like him in the pub. Of course, he was looking at his own image in a large mirror. Those who weren’t present will have a laugh when they hear the story. A grand finish to what had been a damp day out.
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