On a very hot April day I took the track from Kirkmichael to Kindrogan. I didn't go all the way along to Kindrogan, just a small lochan about half way. It was a pleasant sunny stroll apart from meeting a small child who was kicking her small motorbike and cursing because it wouldn't start. The offer was made to assist her, but sensibly she decided this would not be an option as she clearly stated her father would be along in a minute. The damp woodlands and loch were awash with toads doing their spring mating ritual, have never seen so many, every step made had to be scanned for toads.