Maidens to Dunure
My friend and I met at Dunure, a small village in Ayrshire, where she left her car and I drove us to Maidens, another small village in Ayrshire, from where we would walk along the coastal path to Dunure.
It was raining. The first stage of the walk was across the beach, deserted apart from a woman walking her dog. The rain became a bit heavier. The last time we did a stretch of the Ayrshire Coastal Path we walked from Ayr to Dunure and it rained non-stop then, too.

A dreich scene
We headed up from the beach into the grounds of Culzean Castle and Country Park. The huge cliff-top castle is cared for by the National Trust for Scotland.

Culzean Castle
In 1569, the 4th Earl of Cassilis, who lived at Dunure Castle, gave Culzean Castle to his brother Sir Thomas Kennedy who expanded the tower house. It was not until his descendent, David Kennedy, inherited Culzean in 1775 that major transformation was begun. He commissioned architect Robert Adam but both men died before the work was completed. David Kennedy died with debts of £60,000 (£4m today), mostly from the costs of rebuilding Culzean. However, he ensured the castle (and his title) passed to a distant cousin, Captain Archibald Kennedy, a wealthy naval captain from New York who had the means to finish the work.
It was his grandson, the 3rd Marquess of Ailsa, who completed the final development of Culzean Castle, providing modern accommodation for his family by building the three storey west wing. In 1945 the widow of the 4th Marquess handed the castle and grounds over to the National Trust for Scotland, keeping the right to use the west wing for the remainder of her life. She also insisted the top floor of the castle was converted into a flat for General Eisenhower as a gesture of gratitude from Scotland, for his part in securing victory during World War II. Apparently, you can hire the flat for your wedding.
We tramped along in the rain, passing the Swan Pond and a line-up of small cannons pointing out to sea, round the back of the castle and down a path to the Gas House. As the name suggests, it provided gas (coal gas) to the castle from the mid- 19th century.

The gas house. And raindrops on my lens.
Back on the beach we looked back up at the castle on its clifftop. The views from there must be stunning but both Ailsa Craig and Arran were well hidden from us.
At least we had the wind at our backs and not driving the rain into our faces. walked on, sometimes over firm sand, sometimes rocky outcrops, sometimes over seaweed slimy rocks until we reached Croyburnfoot Holiday Park. A burn ran across our path and the bridge was gone. We wandered through the caravan park hoping we’d find a route back down on the other side of the burn. Finally, we climbed over a barbed wire fence and back down onto the shore.

Rachel on the rocks – and more raindrops on my lens!
Then we had a nasty bit over a rocky outcrop which was lethally slippery. I decided to climb up and over through bracken and brambles; only realised the next day how much the brambles ripped my jacket.
The next bit was uphill off the shore. The walk guide I read (but left in the car) said we passed a Protected Ancient Monument called Katie Gray’s Rocks. If we did, we missed it as we ploughed on through the rain over farmland, though some woodland and finally onto a path leading to Dunure Castle. The rain began to ease and we were granted glimpses of Arran beginning to show through the clouds.
Dunure Castle was once the main fortress of the Kennedy family although it has been a ruin for at least three hundred years. One member of the family married a daughter of King Robert III and another went on to become Bishop of St Andrews. Mary Queen of Scots stayed here for three days in August 1563 as the guest of Gilbert Kennedy, the 4th Earl of Cassilis.

Dunure Castle has a long, often brutal, history.
On reaching Dunure village we discovered the pub where we had intended eating had shut down. Luckily, the café was open. The macaroni cheese was excellent.
I am determined to do this walk one day when the sun is shining. It must happen. I’ve seen photos.
You were very brave to do this walk in inclement weather. I love the castles and history!
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Thanks, Darlene. I cut out huge chunks of history about Dunure Castle as the post would have gone on forever. I’m not sure if ‘brave’ is the correct description 🙂 But I’ll go with that!
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Never mind the weather Mary. Your photos are great and very atmospheric. Well done.
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Thanks, Lynn. I was worried at one point my camera wouldn’t survive the rain – the inside of my pockets was soaking. I will do that walk in sunshine one day.
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You showed your doughty spirit with that walk, Mary. It is more than 50 years since I went to Ayr, (I was 14, so almost 53 years) and I remember it as a British seaside town, similar to many in England. It was the school holidays, so summer, but of course it was raining heavily then too. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The walk is about 6.5 miles so not that long a walk and I think we did it in record time, well under the 4 to 4.5 hours the guide suggested. My grandparents lived in Ayr so I spent a lot of time there in my childhood. I have lots of good memories of going to see the pipe bands on the Low Green (apparently I got lost once and was found marching along beside the Pipe Major) and singing along to the cheery songs at the gospel mission on the shore. It didn’t always rain.
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I would do around 3 mph as a rule, so with more time for slippery rocks and heavy rain, I reckon under three hours is about right.
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We didn’t have to stop and admire the views!
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Thank goodness the cafe was open, my heart sank when you said the pub was closed. Caravan parks are strange places, going through them is never as straight forward as you expect!
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Our hearts sank, too. We’ve eaten there a couple of times so were looking forward to sampling from their extensive fish menu. We were shedding waterproof trousers (which in my case, weren’t) and saw a couple walk to the pub then turn and come back. The woman in the cafe told us when the lease on the pub ended they simply shut the doors. You sound like you’ve had experience of weird caravan parks!
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That castle! It’s the sort of walk I’d love.
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Thanks, Terry. We may have been wet and bedraggled at the end but we did really enjoy the walk.
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A trek of endurance and resilience, Mary! 😀 I’m glad you were both safe, even if your coat was a bit torn. Stunning views of the landscape and castles. I’m sure the sun will be shining for you to take a more leisurely hike around here with a picnic someday!
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Thanks, Annika. Yes, one day the sun will shine and I’ll be there to see the views!
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You made that very compelling. Not a part of the world I know, naughty me.
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The rain or the macaroni cheese – it could hardly be the scenery! It is a lovely part of the country and I know the sun does shine sometimes.
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No the walk… just love any old rambles…
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