I met an ‘in-law’ on the dusty track snaking up past the golf course, who with the aid of his son were collecting golf balls. It was hot. The short chat was welcomed and the resume wasn’t too difficult. Many golfers, and a Polish chap stopped to enquire about directions to Cornalees as I met the B788.
I fancied the dry and dusty tracks of High Mathernock – and I had a lovely chat with ‘Patricia’ as I braked my way down past ‘Wee Flurries’ and into Chapel Farm – but instead of continuing the instinctive left down to Kilmacolm or up to Hard ridge, I went right and doubled back, heading up past Auchenfoyle and past the Harelaws.
Heading up and onto the brow of the hill that overlooks Greenock I stopped to take a snap off the hazed view below; to the right of the cemetery were bikers scurrying across what looks like a well honed dirt track.
A cuppa and a chat with mum and neighbours, I hugged, kissed and then headed up Cycle Route 75 towards Port Glasgow.
I’ve been on a week-long program of seeds, nuts and occasional berries and I’ve remained 10.10. All the better for the beach.