...the lee of the Little Cumbrae. The blood red sails stood out against the grey of the day.
However, as we cleared Sheanawally Point at the island's north end...
...the wind began to pick up and...
...our sails filled below an anaemic winter sun and sky. We then sped across the Tan towards...
Fortified by the iron, we managed a close reach all the way back...
...to Largs marina.