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outstanding trip early in the rugby season was the Glasgow
weekend. It started in 1947 over the local September holiday
period, used to leave Hawick at 9 o’clock on the Sunday morning
and have coffee midway on the journey west to an establishment for
lunch usually at 1 o’clock and which varied every year.
After lunch, move to a destination
on the West coast or to a venue in Ayrshire decided on beforehand.
Places visited on these early trips were Burns country at Alloway,
Kirkoswald, West Kilbride, Largs.
After High Tea at 5 o’clock, made
for Glasgow and book into hotel prevously arranged arriving
approximately 8 o’clock. We used a number of hotels over the
years: George Hotel, Royal hotel, Ivanhoe Hotel, Allans Hotel and
Kenilworth Hotel. Much depended on whether accommodation was
available.
That first year we were
accommodated at the George Hotel and were having a quiet leisurely
evening in the residents lounge when we were joined by a group in
the horse racing business. Jockeys, trainers, stable lads and the
rest who were making for Hamilton races on the Monday.
After breakfast on Monday morning
we made our way to Hughenden to play Hillhead High School FP 2nds,
kick-off 10.30. For many years we were made most welcome there
whose groundsman there was a Hawick man by the name of Bob Tait.
Both he and his wife invited a number of the committee to the
house attached to the ground for coffee and a wee dram. He was
later to become groundsman at the Volunteer Park in Hawick. It was
astonishing the number of people who used to turn up for that
match and who some of them were. Quite a few Hawick people
probably resident in the district would turn up. One in particular
who appeared every year was Jock Shephard.
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Another stranger well known on
football circles turned up in the early sixties: Tommy
Gemmill of Celtic who later played for Scotland. Some got chatting
with him and he was most interested in watching a game of rugby. I
am sure he had some relation playing for Hillhead. After the game
we returned to the hotel for lunch and afterwards journeyed to
Hampden Park to watch the Glasgow Cup final always played on the
holiday Monday afternoon.
Over the years I am sure we saw
almost every game between all of the Glasgow clubs except one:
never a final between Rangers and Celtic. After the game at
Hampden we made for the Clydesdale Hotel at Biggar for High Tea
usually half past six, after which continue the journey home. On
one of these visits in the mid-fifties lunch had been arranged on
the Sunday at Tillietudlen Hotel in the heart of Lanarkshie and
imagine the surprise of the players when they arrived to find out
the manager of the establishment was George Young of Rangers and
Scotland who was in attendance. Most of the players chatted with
Mr Young and many obtained his autograph. Even Jock Mallin was
delighted to meet such a personality.
1957
Another superb September weekend
trip took place in 1957. Due to a mix-up in the arranging of
Glasgow’s September holiday wekend which was always the same as
our own in Hawick it was fixed one week earlier which meant
Glasgow High School FP 2nds would visit Hawick on 21st September
and we were to be left with a vacant date on 28th September. That
was quickly sorted out when Glasgow High School FP 2nds would be
delighted to play us at Old Anniesland on the 28th, which would
mean the whole weekend sport there. Accommodation was
arranged for Saturday and Sunday nights at the Victoria Hotel in
Largs a place we had previously visited for high tea on one of our
earlier weekends to the West. Lunch and High Tea was also booked
for the Sunday.
When the actual date arrived the
weather was simply glorious during the whole weekend. On the
journey west on the Saturday morning coffee was served at Biggar
and lunch at Carluke, continuing the journey to Old Anniesland in
time for the 3 o’clock kick-off. The players were amazed at being
allowed to play on the main pitch which was simply immaculate and
in those days was considered to be the finest ground in Scotland..
I would not disagree.
After the match we were treated
to the to the best of hospitality leaving after seven to complete
the journey to Largs. Sunday was to be a day or relaxation, but
the team took advantage of sampling everything on offer. In the
morning some took to the water for canoeing and boating. Others
crossed the water to Millport on the isle of Burnbrae and a number
spent the morning on the putting greens. After lunch a number of
the party made for the golf course at Routenburn a prominent
course in the west of Scotland where a booking hade been
previously made. Many of the players had taken golf clubs in the
hope of playing on the Sunday (weather permitting) but there was
never any doubt concerning the weather; most of the others
spent the afternoon on the putting greens.
Sunday evening was spent quietly
in the company of the manager and his wife in the residents
lounge. Monday’s programme was similar to previous years. Game
against Hillhead High School FP 2nds at Hughenden at 10.30 and
after lunch in the Kenilworth Hotel to Hampden Park for the
Glasgow Cup Final, then on to Biggar for High Tea and later return
to Hawick.
Telling tales
Many tales could be told of
incidents experienced on some of these trips. One was of two
players who generally shared rooms, after arriving and booking
into Allands Hotel on the Sunday night thought they would play a
prank on two of their team mates in the next room by placing
furniture behind the door to make it difficult to get on when
opening the door. Later that night when they returned they were
horrified when the manager confronted them with the news they had
blocked entry to the room of another resident. The manager
accpeted an apology from those responsible. Another incident which
was rather amazing happened on a visit to Largs for the afternoon
and most of the party ventured to the putting greens (four of
them) when one particular group were to be given a demonstration
of how it should be done by none other than George Bell. Jack
Bowie was a most interested pupil and improved his game. |