Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Hugh, Jimmy, Johnny, Malcolm, Paul, Rex, Robert
Our planned trip to Kames was, yet again, postponed due to a poor weather forecast, so we met at Knockroon on a morning which promised rain/sleet/snow/hail showers and a biting wind. We were well wrapped up as we left the car park and headed back towards Auchinleck with the idea to continue to the A frame and return via Dumfries House.
Davie however, in order to accommodate Isla, cut off to the path on the left to head for the Lugar Trail, and since compassion is the name of the game for the Ooters these days, Allan and Malcolm, being his designated carers for the day, went with him. They took the path, very muddy in some parts, up to the entrance to Dumfries House grounds and then checked where the others were. The main group had turned left on reaching Auchinleck, had looked in at the old kirkyard to have a look at Boswell’s mausoleum, and were continuing up Barony Road to have coffee at the A frame.
It was agreed that the other three would walk towards them, and this they did, hoping that they would meet the others before having to make the steep climb up the bing. No such luck though, and it was only a few minutes from the frame that they saw the guys coming down to meet them. From here all made their way back to the Woodland Shelter (our usual howff) for lunch. It is still locked but we spent a restful twenty minutes on the benches outside.
We had had only one small shower by this point but on the way from there to the underpass we had constant rain/hail, not that heavy, and with the wind behind us it was not an issue. The rain/hail having gone off, Davie and Isla returned to the car park the way they had come whilst the rest took the drier path up beside the Auchinleck Burn and then down the main road to the cars. We had been lucky with the weather as it had been much better than forecast, with lots of bright spells, and we had covered seven miles or so by the time the stragglers arrived back at ten to one.
Wee Davie, having been checked out with a spirit level, was passed fit to join us at the Black Bull in Mauchline. His new coat, and a lighter rucksack, seemed to have done the trick. Time will tell.
A jovial hour was spent at our favourite hostelry where we were treated to our usual hospitality in the form of sausage rolls. Thanks again, folks.
A guid day oot after all!
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