Cumbrae 23 September

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

The 'view' from the Glaid Stone

We welcomed Kenny Thomson to the fold as we made our way to Cumbrae on a damp, dreich morning for our familiar walk. As usual, there arose the question regarding the direction we should follow, but since Allan requested insisted that the hill be got out of the way first, the direction would be clockwise.

From the slipway, the Glaid Stone (127m) was reached in about forty minutes and, as tradition dictates, coffee was taken. So far the rain had proved to be insignificant and there were signs in the distance that the promised improvement might be not too far off. However, this was not a day for good views. Speedy progress was then made down into Millport and along the front to the shelter adjacent to the heliport where lunch was called for.

It was drying up nicely as we left Millport.

By the time we set off again about twelve o’clock, waterproof trousers had been dispensed with, and although light rain came and went on the road up the west side of the island, they were not really needed again. Realising that we were just going to miss the one-thirty ferry, we stopped for a few minutes at the memorial to the shipwreck before we, believe this or not, took a leisurely stroll back to the slipway for the next ferry at two.

Whatever happened to Little aand Large?

The Gogo Glen

It was dry when we reached Largs, just as well, as Paul’s car had a flat tyre. Luckily, his car did have a spare, not like most new cars, so Malcolm and he set about changing it whilst being given copious amounts of ‘advice’ from the rest of us. Wheel changing could become the Ooters newest sport following on the success of pool, boules etc. but, as was commented at the time, the F1 boys need not be worried about their jobs.

Ah widnae dae it that way, Malcolm!

FRT was held at the Village Inn at Fairlie, where the sight of Scotland beating Japan in the Rugby World Cup paled into insignificance when compared to the viewing of Robert’s holiday photos!

By the time we left for home, the sun was splitting the trees.