The bank of fog slowly slipped away revealing
Ailsa Craig in all her glory. As we approached this great rock in the Clyde...
...we felt a sense of increasing wonder, both at the cataclysmic volcanic event that created it and and at the teeming bird life that was swirling in the skies round it. Donald had taken the opportunity of the good weather and our company to make the crossing
in his little boat.
As we drew closer we could not help but lift...
...our eyes as the island and...
...its birds towered above us.
