Alan McQ, Bob, Davie C, Davie Mc, Malcom, Johnny, Jimmy,Gus, Paul, Rex and Hugh.
Since our normal (?) reporter was smitten by the dreaded lurgy, and couldn't make the walk, it seems to have fallen to my lot (ie no other bugger willing to do it) to give a short account of our walk to Craufurdland lochan.
We left the carpark about five to ten, a bit apprehensive about the weather, but we were glad that no rain fell for the whole walk. The leaders shot off at a cracking pace on the paths we have covered before, but it is a walk with lots of left and then right turns with Derval Davie struggling to keep up so that he could keep sight of them and not go the wrong way which he could easily have done. We reached the Laird's Table about 11 with everybody except Davie and Isla opting to go for coffee. It has to be said that quite a few of them were disappointed with the fare on offer, complaining about the quality of the scones and empire biscuits. Davie remained outside with his flask of coffee enjoying watching the trout jumping in the loch. He got chatting to a fisherman who showed him his boobie (no, not his boabie); a boobie is a small fishing fly, so there!
After coffee we more or less retraced our steps back to the cars, arriving about 1pm. Jimmy's language was extremely colourful when he discovered that a bird (must have been some size of a bird) had shat on his car door handle!
In the evening, minus Paul but plus Peter, Kenny T and Billy, we met at the Jewel again to celebrate Malcolm's 75th and Davie C's 70th birthdays. Most were resplendent in their new 20th anniversary polo shirts, including Katriona. We had a thoroughly enjoyable evening with your scribe learning for the first time that Davie C's nickname was Ben the Chan!
We retired thereafter for a nightcap to Wetherspoons where Davie Mc, on mishearing the bargirl, ended up with a brandy and coke. So it was his turn to utter profanities! However this was a very pleasant day out, with a lovely meal and plenty of banter to follow.
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