Some swans had also been making their way from Maidens to Seafield that day. As we refuelled in the Dunure Inn, they cruised the harbour gobbling the remains of sandwiches thrown by a few tourists, who had braved chill of the winter day.
We left Dunure before the swans but...
...but they soon passed us. Flying swans are considerably faster than...
,,,paddling and sailing kayakers.
We drifted through the skerries as a cap of cloud drifted over Ailsa Craig.
By the time we got to the Heads of Ayr, the swans had disappeared in the direction of Seafield.
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