There was a decent weather forecast and Tony and I felt like a short local paddle. So we nipped down to
Largs on the Clyde coast and enjoyed...
...a lively paddle as the south going ebb met the south wind off F
arland Point on the Great Cumbrae Island.
Our destination was the Little Cumbrae Island which lay on the far side of the Tan with the mountains of Arran rising beyond.
After a glorious crossing we entered the shelter of
Castle Island opposite where the house is situated.
We landed in the lee of the castle for a quiet luncheon but were soon joined by Little Cumbrae's four resident and madly barking dogs, who swam out to greet us.
They soon shut up when they saw our sandwiches and clearly wanted their heads patted. It was interesting trying to analyse the genetic relationships of this motley crew of Little Cumbrae terriers.
