Anniesland to Clydebank 16 July

Alan, Allan, Davie Mc, Gus, Jimmy, Johnny, Peter, Robert

Lock aye the noo

The ugly ducklings

The forecast for the morning was not good so, as we met at Anniesland, the decision was taken to apply plan B and head off down the canal walk towards Clydebank. To begin with rain jackets were adorned but very soon these were dispensed with as, although overcast, it was warm and humid. Coffee was called for after about 50 minutes at one of the locks and before long we were under way again and by half past eleven Clydebank had been reached. Alan, Allan and Johnny decided to have a seat in the warmth outside McMonagle’s  chip boat whilst the others walked on to the Beardmore monument before returning to join up with the rest for a fish supper. Only Davie resisted the temptation and chose to eat his packed lunch, much to Holly’s disdain.

The return along the path to our cars was speedy, with only a short stop to witness a pint-sized puffer, the 'Wee Spark', negotiate a lock.

Fortunately, deep fried swans were not on the menu

Old boys and their toys

FRT was taken back at the Kings Arms in Fenwick.