It did not take Donald long to disappear down Loch Fyne in his SIB due to its 25HP Mariner outboard but...
...we were making good time assisted by the northerly breeze. A bend in the loch means that we could not see beyond the lochs shores but...
...there were plenty lovely bays at the foot of wooded hills to maintain our interest until...
...we rounded
Eilean Buidhe and caught sight of Arran beyond the mouth of the loch.
Eilean Buidhe means yellow island and looking back it indeed looked yellow.
The wind was steadily increasing and before long we were back at
Eilean a' Bhuic which stands guard at the mouth of Glenan Bay.
We had not stopped here on our way north but it seemed churlish not to do so now.
It was spring low water so we left the boats at the water's edge and made our way to the top of the beach where...
...we enjoyed a splendid first luncheon as the Poravadie/Tarbert ferry plied her route with the mountains of Arran beyond.
We did not rush as we knew that David and Phil would be shortly leaving Mike and myself at Portavadie. Indeed this frond of bracken had unfolded considerably in the time it took us to finish.
