We proceeded south. Although there was a clear blue sky...
...we were in the deep shade of the cliffs that tumbled into the sea from a frozen landscape above.
We took a break on a frost covered shore. We hopped from one foot to the other to keep warm.
Soon some hot soup and an 18 year old Glenfiddich achieved what the sun had singularly failed to do.
At the time, I had this lovely P&H Cetus out on loan. I must say I appreciated its stability in the months leading up to my knee operation.
The air was very clear and the mountains of Arran were so appealing. In fact, their pull was so strong that Phil and I would go on to paddle there just three days later!
