Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Francesco, Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Malcolm, Paul, Rex
It was a seriously hot morning as we met at Hurlford Bowling Club for our proposed walk to Galston going along the Chris Hoy Way and it was great to welcome Francesco once more into the fold. However, Davie preferred the route along the Grougar Walk as it suited Isla better and he was only going to do part of the walk anyway. There was no disagreement to us all following this route with the intention of going to Loudoun Kirk and then returning the same way. This would avoid the long, boring walk, which provided no shade from the sun, along the CH Way.
We set off at a sensible pace and after twenty minutes were at the wee bridge which took us on to Milton Road. Discussion the ensued as to whether continue up the road or take the riverside path. The latter option was agreed but this proved not to be the best choice as we had to negotiate the initial steep, slippy descent, overgrown paths, a muddy patch, and a field of longish, wet grass which at least got our boots cleaned. Nonetheless, we emerged back onto solid road again and marched on taking in some golden fields ready for harvesting.
The next deviation was to take the path round Ladyton Loch which afforded us some shade whilst in the woods and which brought us out close to the farmyard where, in the past, a joke has decorated the entrance. Not today however and, if your scribe’s memory is correct, not the last time either. It looks as though that ship has sailed. We were at Loudoun Kirk at twenty to twelve and we sat down for well-deserved coffee/lunch/water and a restful break.
This was as far as Derval Davie was going so he and Isla awaited the arrival of Kay to take them home whilst the rest went back the way they had come sticking to the road all the way this time and being back at the cars by twenty past one. For the record, Jimmy caught sight of a kingfisher as it flew down river. None of the rest of us, though, managed to catch a glimpse of it. The gizmos said eight miles in three hours and twenty minutes although the walking time was two hours and fifty minutes, this being more than enough in the hot conditions.
Gus suggested the Kings in Fenwick for FRT, and this was accepted as a good idea, so off we went there to meet up again with Derval Davie and Robert, who couldn’t make the walk earlier because of a hospital appointment. The pub was very quiet, but we enjoyed the hour spent there replacing the fluids that we had lost during the walk. Another good, if tiring, day out.
The Ooters wish Jim a happy 70th birthday, We hope to see you soon, Jim.