The last of the wind died...
...as the sun dipped towards the horizon.
The surface of the sea turned to glass and...
..every slight ripple distorted our reflections.
The setting sun was not the sole object of our attention.
Above the Isles of Fleet, the Moon...
...began to glow softly in the darkening, deep blue sky and far below...
...its reflection danced on the mirror-like sea.
We drifted for a while until the air began to chill and we started paddling again.
With each stroke the sun...
...sank a litter further until...
...the day was gone and only...
the moon lit our landing.
These pictures lit up my morning. Beautiful! Thank you very much, Douglas!
ReplyDeleteKeep the paddle wet...
Best regards,
Leif G M, Sweden
Thank you Leif :o)
DeleteMarvellous photos,Douglas. We have a caravan at Auchenlarie but don't get over from the North East as much as we'd like so your photos keep me in touch with what we're missing!Thankyou,Shirley Nash
ReplyDeleteHi Shirley you are lucky to have a place at Auchenlarie. I think it is a great part of Scotland. :o)
DeleteLove the blog!
ReplyDeleteWhat's the water temperature like up there Douglas?
We don't get these beautiful scottish scenery down here :( (but still enjoy paddling!).
Regards from Porto Alegre-Brazil
Ricardo
Hadn't seen the sea temperature displayed there on the right lol.
DeleteThank you Ricardo, I managed to carry on swimming in the sea down to 14 degrees (about mid October) but 12 is now too cold! :o)
DeleteBeautiful colors and silhouettes!
ReplyDeleteHubert thank you. It was so beautiful, we were fortunate to be there. :o)
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