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Thursday, December 01, 2011

The gathering night had all but extinguished the last embers of the day.

 After rounding the Heads of Ayr, the offshore wind drove us to the northeast towards...

 ...the rising full moon...

...and the town of Ayr under a the dusky pink sky.

Away to the northwest, Arran's ridges soared above the gathering sea fog and...

...by the time we made landfall, the gathering night had all but extinguished the last embers of the day.