Leaving
Carradale Point on Kintyre a lovely NE breeze soon had us on our way across the Kilbrannan Sound towards...
...the dark wooded slopes of
Tor Righ Beag on Arran. At 9km distant, this was just about the only landmark visible on Arran due to the haze. At first we made good progress: "
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free" until...
...
"The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand" Then the wind dropped and we were...
"As idle as a painted ship,...
...Upon a painted ocean".
With some apology to Coleridge.
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