We slid into the sands of Sannox Bay under cover of low grey clouds.
From the point, we looked back to Bute and the Little Cumbrae islands, which had been our stepping stones on the crossing.
Away to the east, the Ayrshire hills were lit by low winter sun. The blades of the windmills were stationary.
As we paddled under the mountains that rose above Arran's eastern coast, the clouds began to lift towards the summits.
Entering Brodick Bay, the sun broke through and we drifted gently in the tide. We were in no hurry, we were in plenty of time for the ferry.
