When we emerged from the pub we found that the wind had dropped but swung even further to the south. We would not be leaving the harbour under sail. We were glad not to be on the water when this fishing boat roared into the harbour.
As it was high tide we were able to paddle through the Dunure skerries...
...below the grim grey walls of Dunure Castle.
As we threaded our way through the various channels through the weathered lava flows of an ancient volcano...
...we caught sight of the iconic silhouette of distant Ailsa Craig, which itself is a volcanic plug.
