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Last Wednesday night we left work and the city behind.
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We were bound for Lady Isle in the Firth of Clyde.
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We launched from the Ballast Bank in Troon just as the High Speed Ferry from Northern Ireland came in. Fortunately the returning fishing fleet left smaller wakes.
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They were also bound for Troon Harbour.
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As the sun sank in the west, the light breeze dropped away and Lady Isle and the rocky dome of distant Ailsa Craig seemed to float on a sea of liquid gold.
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The kink on our route on the way out was to slip behind the stern of the above fishing boat.
01/04/2009