It was still sunny when we left Brodick...
...but there was a real chill in the air as we paddled beside the wooded shore. Birch gave way to Scots pine before bare hillside soared up to the granite torrs on the summit of Goatfell.
At sea level the rock was not granite but old red sandstone.
Last years signet was looking a bit sorry for itself. Its parents had just chased it off in preperation for some new arrivals!
We soon found ourselves paddling in the shade as the sun set behind the high mountains.
We took a break on the granite sands of Sannox Bay...
...as night began to gather in the glens below the high peaks. We still had some way to go.
