Adventures of the Early Ooters

Friday, 23 September 2016

Ness Glen Walk

You should be able to follow most of Wednesday's route on this pic.


Jimmy

Thursday, 22 September 2016

Ness Glen 21 September


Allan, Davie C, Davie Mc, Dougie, Gus, Ian, Jimmy, Johnny, Kenny T, Malcolm, Paul

Getting ready for the off
There was a ’fresh’ breeze blowing across Loch Doon as we started this familiar walk. Once away from the loch we were sheltered and walking conditions were to remain good for the rest of our day. Being creatures of habit we went high to begin with before dropping down to the bridge over the river to complete the first section of our figure of eight circuit. The footbridge is closed due to its unsafe condition so we crossed at the adjacent wooden road bridge then continued on the track to the seats beside the tarmac road for coffee.

This bird has lost a lot of weight trying to make a trunk call
Continuing across The Promised Land we skirted Bogton Loch and headed up towards Dalcairnie Linn. Johnny and Allan followed the road up to the Linn whereas the majority cut off left and followed the track approaching it from below. Lunch was taken here, breaking the recent trend to have it at the top of the hill.
Looking over to picturesque? Bellsbank
Soon we were on our merry way again, although it has to be said that it might be more appropriate to say that Jimmy was on his gay way again, as he was very good at certain impersonations, too good, if the truth be known! Over the hill and down to Graigengillan was the next stage before the river was reached again. Johnny, Allan and Davie C decided to return by the high route whilst the remainder continued up the gorge and reported that work had been done to repair the path. The low-levellers reached the cars first three and three quarter hours after having set off.
Did John Wayne ever fall off his horse at Fort Carrick?
FRT was taken at the Dalmellington Inn where we were well received by the regulars. Those having coffee were not disappointed as the Inn had a coffee machine and the coffees were served with the usual Kit-Kats. It has to be noted that our resident Kit-Kat Kid rather ungraciously turned down the offer of a finger! However, the thought of it brought a smile to his face.
A guid day oot!

 

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Thursday, 15 September 2016

A Bridge Not Too Far (Apologies to Cornelius Ryan)



Alan S, Davie Mc, Gus, Ian, Jim, Jimmy, Kenny R, Kenny T, Rex & Robert

The bridge at Arnhem may have caused great difficulties for Major General Urquhart and the British 1st Airborn during operation Market Garden but the bridge we were to conquer today presented no such difficulties. Ours was to be the Erskine Bridge over the River Clyde and there was no enemy to prevent our crossing. To mount our operation – which we shall call Operation Fish-supper – we rendezvoused in Caulders Garden Centre in Erskine at 10:00 hours. There we enjoyed a casual cup whilst plans were made for this was to be an easy and short walk.       
Due to the easy nature of the walk it was good to welcome back our walking wounded in the form of Jimmy recovering from his back problem, and Gus nearly recovering from his Achilles injury.
On a warm but slightly overcast morning we came on to the walkway that would take us over the bridge. The views from the bridge are special on any day, and today was no exception. We stood on the highest point of the bridge, by the plaque indicating that it was officially opened by HRH Princess Anne in 1971, and looked down the river to Dumbarton Rock and the Tail o’ the Bank. Below us lay Erskine Golf Course with ant sized golfers trying their luck. Eastward the view was upriver to the city of Glasgow and nearer at hand Clydebank, our destination.
We came off the bridge into Auld Kilpatrick and found there the path alongside the Forth and Clyde canal. We would follow this to our destination. All along the path information boards told us something of the history of the area. One such told us that the last Erskine ferry sailed across the river in 1971 made obsolete by the new bridge. Reading the information boards and dodging the many cyclists who were enjoying the day as we were, we came to Clydebank.
Where the Dumbarton Road crosses the Canal we stopped to admire the Beardmore monument. Sir William Beardmore (1856 – 1936) was an entrepreneur and shipyard owner in the town. He sponsored Ernest Shackleton’s expedition to Antarctica in 1907, an expedition in which Shackleton named the largest glacier on the continent after his sponsor. The monument at the corner of Dumbarton Road and Beardmore Street is spectacular as befits a man of Beardmore’s standing.  (Ego, more like – Ed.)
From the monument we still followed the canal through the busy Clyde shopping precinct to McMonagal’s fish and chip restaurant.  Her we dined alfresco on some of McMonagal’s wares.
After the repast we returned to the bridge by the outward route. Once again on the high point of the bridge we halted, this time to watch a container ship with what looked like sections of wind turbines aboard crawl slowly under us. But why, we asked ourselves, was the pilot boat astern of the container one?
More ant-like golfers were trying their luck on the course but we were more interested in the path that ran down beside the water. We suspect this to be the Clyde Coastal Walkway and look for forward to trying it out some day.
Today was short and easy but for two it was enough. Perhaps their recovery will be sufficient to tackle something longer next week.

We returned to The King’s Arms in Fenwick for FRT today.