When we finally emerged from the pub at Dunure, the sun had finally put in an appearance and the strong May light was quite dazzling.
As the coast veered round to the NE, we entered the lee of the land and...
...the seas flattened off allowing...
...us to press on...
...at maximum speed.
We took a break to pump out our bladd... I mean cockpits under...
...the appropriately named Heads of Ayr.
We literally touched down at Seafield having completed the 19km from Maidens 90 minutes faster than our best paddling only time. Such is the power and fun of kayak sailing.
