Caught ebbing on the Clyde.

The crossing from Little Cumbrae was glorious. Our attention kept being dragged to port and the magnificent rocky ridges of Arran.

There was so little wind that the Garroch Head tide race was like a mill pond. Indeed so little attention were we paying to tides and transits that we found ourself carried almost a kilometre out of our way by the ebbing spring tide which was further fuelled by a lot of recent rain.. 

This was quite a lot out of our way, considering the crossing was only 5km!

Anyway we eventually found ourselves in a little bay on the SW coast of Bute. It had a a small beach and a marvellous view of the Arran mountains. It was time for first luncheon and a nap!