We left the lovely but low lying isle of Inchmarnock floating on a wide expanse of limpid sea. It was...
...dwarfed by the high mountains of Arran on the far side of the Sound of Bute.
Our passage across the Sound of Inchmarnock was accompanied by a black throated diver which flew round and round us until it lost interest as we...
...entered the narrowing...
...confines of the...
...
West Kyle of Bute.
We took a last look back at Inchmarnock before the last stage of our journey, which would take us on a winding route deep into the mountains where there would be no sign of an open horizon.
