Alan McQ, Allan, Davie C,
Dougie, Gus, Hugh, Jimmy, Johnny, Malcolm, Paul
We were assembled at New
Cumnock station in plenty of time on a warm September’s morning, so we set off
ten minutes early for our walk to Coresncon. The trek up Mansfield Road was
straightforward and our usual coffee stop was reached by quarter to eleven.
Decisions! Decisions!
At this point Allan,
Davie and Johnny decided to forego the climb and retraced their steps, slowly,
back to New Cumnock, stopping on the way at a roadside bench to enjoy the
warmth. However, by the time they approached the houses again the skies had
darkened, and the rain began to fall. The last ten minutes to the cars was done
in a torrential downpour, and they were relieved to get to the wee shelter at
the station where they took their lunch. It was just after half past twelve at
this time.
At five to one they were
joined by a rather wet trio i.e. Dougie, Hugh, and Malcolm, who had turned back
when the remaining four veered off to tackle the hill. It was still raining but
it was warm, and the skies were lightening. They had already taken their lunch,
so it was decided to motor to the Black Bull in Mauchline and await the rest
there. Hugh made contact to alert them and by the time they set off the skies
were blue, and the sunshine had returned. The rain had been very locsalised, as
the road to Cumnock was bone-dry.
Having climbed to the
trig point, Alan, Gus, Jimmy and Paul came back down the way they had gone up
with Jimmy leading them round Craigdullyeart Hill and past the old opencast
before emerging on to the main A76 a few hundred yards to the north of the
town. It was almost three o’clock when Alan and Gus got to the pub, the other
two having decided to go straight home, and said that the extension had taken
longer than expected. The phrase ‘Jimmy miles’ was mentioned! A bonus for them
though was that by taking that route, they had managed to avoid the downpour. C’est
la vie!
As usual the hospitality
of the Black Bull has to be mentioned, as sausage rolls were yet again kindly
provided to accompany what, for the usual suspects, was a three-pint day.