Glasgow Glenmore Club    

 

Aberfoyle Sunday November 11th 2002

A high turnout out for a local meet, possibly as a result of the offer of a hearty dinner to follow the walk at Chris and Dave’s.  Chris’s reputation as a cook even had the potential to induce a visit from one of our Aberdonian members, Ian Bryce. Not a bad autumnal day, definitely mists and indeed possibly even mellow fruitfulness, not sure about bosom friends but then I am past that kind of thing. Indeed I proved even rather past it on the walking front when teaming up with the ‘A’ team of Colin Farrow, Gill Cook and John Donnelly for a stroll up Ben Lomond starting from Loch Dhu. I can safely say I was not whistling with my hands in my pockets by the end of the outing although a good time was had by all.  A large party went for a walk up the quintessential Trossach, Ben Venue. This party included,(I may have missed some since the card is rather crowded. Was Dave there?): Dave and Chris Huxham, Dave Dave’s friend from Brisbane, Dave Reynolds, Caroline and Alan Stevens, Mary Cox, Janet, Connie Thomson, Catriona, Ingrid, Stella, Bill McIntyre, Alison Whyte, Ian Bryce? Jon Barnes and Harrold did a route which I reproduce almost exactly since there is some poetic merit in it . While:… in wailful choir the small gnats mourn among the river sallows, born aloft or sinking as the light wind lives or dies, the aforementioned duo  struck out  for: Beinn Each and Achollaric More. Thence along the footpath to the North of the burn unto the end of the forest , striking NW to the summit with the possibility of the summit of Stuc a Chroin in prospect with improving weather. Finally Brian and Ruth Keighly passed the keystane o’ the Brig o’ Turk to gain the land rover track that runs the roond of Meal Cala. The redbreast whistles from a garden croft and so to Gartmore lodge. Is there honey still for tea? Indeed there was and what’s more a choice of beef or butterbean stew accompanied by the finest strong ales. As gathering swallows twitter in the sky so time to wend a weary way over the lee.

 

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