Phil and I enjoyed a brief break in the clouds but all round us there were ...
...heavy squalls making dark, dramatic patterns in the sky.
A loud "wup wup wup" noise from above announced the arrival of a low flying swan. Its straining wings were snow white against the dark clouds. Its plumage was even whiter than the snowfields at the summit of distant Ben Lomond.
Another fantastic day had come to an end at
Seafield shore.
Looking back, the Heads of Ayr seemed to be in another World, yet they are only 5km away from the town beach.
