Gosh the walk to King's Cave was tough.
I thought I had everything nailed after the walking I'd done. NO.
The mud on Arran is sooooooooo slippy!
I'm used to good old Vale of Aylesbury heavy clay. It doubles your weight within ten steps, but you can't fall over in it. You're anchored by it.
Started following the signs for the Cave but after a while I admit I lost faith. There were no further signs, the going was tough and I had a bus to catch. Not making excuses. I fell over twice before I decided to call it a day. Once on the steep hill, once on the flat. First fall I lost my popcorn. Not a euphemism; I had a bag of healthy air-popped corn which the wind gleefully scattered for me.
Second I just slid sideways in the silt. And lay there for a few moments considering my position. Prone, as it turned out.
So I simply turned around and gave up. Something I regretted enormously. Until Limey made me feel better the next day. Exhaustive research ( map of Arran) proved I was going the right way. But it wasn't obvious at the time. And I made the bus with ten minutes to spare - meaning an extra five minutes walking there and back. I still wouldn't have reached the Caves.
Oh and I fell again, in the sheep shit, on my way back. Broke my watch. Broke my watch so bad it couldn't be fixed. Forget Australia people, Arran is just as bloody lethal.
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