In the middle of the Kilbrannan Sound the fog slowly began to clear and we could at last see which way we were going.
This guillemot seemed surprised to see us at it emerged from a thick patch of fog but it not been responsible for the haunting calls that came from an undefinable direction in the mist. Those had come from an unseen diver.
Slowly the mountains of Arran began no emerge from the fog and we could...
...identify the hills to the south of Catacol.
We now experienced one of the most wondrous sights we have ever experienced while crossing to Arran.
Slowly the small gap in the fog opened revealing clear blue sky to the south.
It was as if a celestial zipper was being undone as the fog...
...steadily pulled back revealing....
...more and more of the...
...mountainous west Arran coast.
As we were paddling at about the same speed and direction as the receding edge of the fog, it was like being in a day of two halves and we were on the dividing line.
At first we continued paddling in the shade but ever so slowly the edge of the fog...
...pulled away in front leaving us...
in full sun. We were speechless with wonder and appreciation of this natural show in the theatre of the Kilbrannan Sound. Any applause would have been both unnecessary and would have broken the spell that held us captivated on this unforgettable crossing. From the time that a peak first loomed out of a break in the fog, to when we finally entered full sunshine, this natural performance lasted for forty minutes. Those special forty minutes will last in our memories for ever.
For the full StereoVision experience see
Ian's account here.
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