Coming out of Carrick Cove...
...all the kayak sailors were now shipshape, Kayak Skippy's boom was now rigged in a more efficient, Northern Hemisphere orientation.
At first our intention was to hug the coast below
Culzean Castle...
...but we succumbed to the temptation of heading well offshore where the wind...
...was both stronger and steadier.
The kayak sailors drew steadily ahead...
..leaving Jim (in the sail-less Taran) and I in their wakes. I stayed with Jim by "tacking" downwind (broad reaching on alternate tacks) behind him.
Conventional sea kayakers will by now be horrified by our group control... all I can say in our defence is: "Kayak Skippy, Kayak Skippy, Kayak Skippy, this is Kayak Sula" and... we all knew where we were going... the
pub at Dunure!
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