We landed at Bracken Bay for the second time but all the hot mulled wine had been finished...
...that morning and so we enjoyed watching the day slip away while enjoying a hot coffee and some home made Black Bun (Scottish Christmas cake).
Reinvigorated, we set off on the final leg of our journey as the...
...glow in the south western sky was fading.
We paddled on towards the ruin of Greenan castle as darkness began to fall and...
...the lights of Ayr came on and twinkled across the bay. Quite a commotion of bird noise drifted over the water from the flocks of birds feeding at the mouth of the
River Doon.
Just as we made landfall at Seafield, a black swan landed noisily in the water beside us. It is a native of Australia and this one spent
several months at the mouth of the river Doon in the company of the local mute swans. Presumably it was an escape from a zoo or a bird park. We were frozen as we loaded the boats onto the cars, goodness knows how the Antipodean bird was feeling, a long, long way from home.
