Last Wednesday night we left work and the city behind.
We were bound for Lady Isle in the Firth of Clyde.
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.
They were also bound for Troon Harbour.
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.
The kink on our route on the way out was to slip behind the stern of the above fishing boat.
01/04/2009