
Back at the beginning of November we had a couple of sunny days before the wettest November on record in SW Scotland and NW England.

We set off from Maidens in Ayrshire. To the south, the distinctive outlines of Turnberry lighthouse and Ailsa Craig characterise this part of the Firth of Clyde.

To the west the equally distinctive outline of the magical island of Arran floated dreamily on the other side of the Firth.

It was calling strongly to us... but a crossing to it would need to wait for another day.

Instead we were bound to the north, along the rocky fastnesses of Culzean and Carrick to the little fishing hamlet of Dunure. There we would meet David in the pub!