Our walk today is our annual trip to the southern end of our lovely country and West Cairngaan farm.
They haven't had a drop of snow here.
Previous walks here.
1st January 2011
30th October 2009
It's a wet start as a rain/hail shower interrupts the walk leader's pre walk talk.
I'll publish her account of the walk after the images.
Nineteen of us set off along a muddy farm track.
We're soon heading down the lovely Auchie Glen.Our walk leader today is 'The Weaver' and her husband was responsible for the planting of most of the trees down here.He's paid back any carbon footprint he may have left.A wonderful achievement.
From the glen we emerge onto the Mull road.
' The Kirk Burn led to Portankill beach, passing by the remains of old Kirkmaiden church and burial ground, perhaps dedicated to St Catherine, recorded in 1386 but replaced in 1638 by the Kirkmaiden Kirk Covenant. The remains are now little more than grassy banks covering the tumbled foundations stones.'
We take a closer look today.This hollow was the church base. Couldn't find any old artefacts...I'll find a gold cross one of these days.
Here's Scoop intent on getting the shot.
She's kindly contributed pictures once again to this blog.
Here's a few.
She's like a praying mantis as she waits with camera poised at obstacles.
We now reach the coastline where we can look across at the snow covered Galloway Hills.
By all accounts from other walkers there wasn't any snow nine miles south of Newton Stewart.
We're down on Portankill Beach across Luce Bay from Port William in the Machars.
Here's a nice bit of seaweed.
Now we reach Carrickamurlan, we lunched here the last time round.
Above is another selection of Scoops pictures.She's gone for silhouette and cumulus here by the looks of it.
Nicely done Scoop.
There's some great rock formations along this stretch of coast.There's also St Medan's cave which I've covered in a previous post.I'll mark this for future exploration.
A snow capped Cairnsmore of Fleet
East Tarbet Bay.
There's something in the water.Because it doesn't seem to be moving,the doubters think it's a small bouy.
Having been down here a few times I know different.
When the 'Bouy' vanishes and resurfaces at various different points the doubters no longer doubt......
.....we're in the company of one or more seals.There are nearly always seals in West Tarbet Bay, take my word for it.
Lunchtime was spent watching and wondering where the seal would next surface.
After lunch we headed north on the return journey.After the earlier shower of rain/hail it's been fair and now we're getting some sunshine.
The very scenic Mull Glen comes next.I must ask the Weaver about the 'Kings Well' which is on the OS map,she's never mentioned it or pointed it out.
Another interesting spot for exploration is below this headland with caves called Belloue and Carrickgill.
The weaver goes on the hunt for an object she'd seen left by some campers.....
The OS map also indicted the remains of a 'Homestead' here.Taking the steeper high ground I and others avoided the muddy crossing that isolated this detached walker.
We're on the last stretch back to West Cairngaan, the lighthouse at the Mull's been flashing intermittently today.
Our walk leader now cautions us to stop,she's noticed a fast boat coming round the headland.
As it comes into view we can see it's the new Portpatrick Lifeboat.
The RNLI Tamar lifeboat is named after Dr John Buchanan Barr MBE, a distinguished GP who died in 2003 at the age of 93. During the war he served in the Royal Army Medical Corps as a captain and major, and saw action in North Africa with the 78th Division, for which he later received the MBE. After the war he returned to Glasgow to work as a GP.
Dr Buchanan Barr and his wife Catherine often visited Portpatrick and Catherine, who died in 2008 at the age of 98, requested that £2.6 million be left to the RNLI to pay for a new lifeboat for Portpatrick named after her husband, and carrying the inscription ‘He saved so many lives during the war.’
We think this may have been a training run.The Pilot or crew spotted us on the cliffs and sounding it's horn a number of times gave us a cheery hello.
As usual down this corner of Scotland we finished the walk in style with traditional farmhouse hospitality.
Walk report to follow here.