Soon we were at the south end the great sweep of Ballantrae Bay. There was a bitingly cold north east wind blowing...
...so it was with some relief when we finally entered the shelter of the harbour.
We did not hang around and...
...as I issued instructions, the faithful support team warmed themselves by carrying the heavy kayaks up to the cars...
...while I swanned off to take in the glorious view.
I felt just like the Master of Ballantrae, as I surveyed the...
...magnificence of Ayrshire's Atlantic coast.
