Alan, Allan, Billy, Dougie, Gus,
Hugh, Iain, Jim, Jimmy, Johnny, Kenny T, Malcolm, Paul, Rex, Robert
The guys were champing at the bit to
get started on a grey, but dry, morning, so started to make a move out of the
car park at Cumnock swimming pool before 10 o’clock, only to be stopped in
their tracks by a phone call to say that Kenny and Jim were on their way. Bang on
the deadline the two arrived and we were on our way just after ten.
Jimmy led us up past Knockroon and
then turned right on to the Lugar road (Rigg Road) for the first part of our
walk. As we passed Blackstone Farm, famous for its Clydesdales, Jimmy could
almost see into his house way down to the right of us, but onwards we pressed, on
the assumption that we were headed for Lugar. Not so! Taking a left, we continued
on a minor road until we came to a junction. Left for Auchinleck, right for Cronberry.
We took a right and headed for Cronberry. Halfway along we found a spot for
coffee, but we didn’t delay for too long as, although the walking conditions were
very good, it wasn’t long before you felt the cold when you stopped moving.
We passed the entrance to Riverside Gardens
(Cronberry), crossed the main road (A70), and walked down the verge for a quarter
of a mile or so before stopping at the junction of another minor road to our
left. ‘If we take this road it is four miles back to the cars. If we go down
the main road it is about a mile and a half’. After some discussion we took the
longer route, wondering whether the measurements were in the infamous ‘Jimmy
miles’. This route took us past the remains of old opencasts before we stopped
for lunch just before a wee road off to our right, which would be our next
direction, despite it being closed due to works on the bridge over the burn.
No matter, lunch was taken and
finished off with liquorice allsorts washed down with tequila (courtesy of Malcolm,
just back from Mexico). This combination met with approval!
Anyway, to get back to the journey,
there was no-one working on the bridge, despite the signs saying it would be
out of action for six weeks, and we passed over it with no bother and turned
right on to Glenmuir Water Road. If we had gone left, we would have ended up at
Dalblair, our starting point for the Deil’s Back Door. This road took as past
Logan and on to Muirkirk Road (the A70 again) for the last leg down into
Cumnock and the cars.
We had done ten and a half miles in
three and three-quarter hours and the constant walking on tarmac had taken its
toll on the feet. Better that, however, than tramping through muck.
FRT was taken at the Black Bull in
Mauchline where, yet again, we were treated to sausage rolls and nibbles.
Thanks again to the barmaid!
Some weary limbs eventually made
their way home after a good day out.
Thanks to Jimmy for this new walk for
the Ooters!