As suspected the strong easterly winds cramped our style a little, after our arrival in Scotland; and when we did move on, it was with the moderate winds and clear blue skies we’ve become accustomed to. Next stop was a short hop up the coast to Troon, where, after the disappointment of missing a Stranraer home game, I was hoping to ‘get-in’ a quick round on the ‘old’ course.
Imagine my indignation at being refused entry – because my sailing wellies were deemed to be ‘inappropriate footwear’! So, we had to make do, instead, with what must be the cheapest laundrette in the entire British Isles, where we washed everything we had – sails included.
On then to the first of the islands, Arran, under another blue cloudless sky. The island is dominated by Goat Fell – small for a Scottish mountain, but beautiful nonetheless.
Unfortunately this signalled the end of what has been an exceptional period of fine weather – since leaving, we have only had one wet day – as we woke to leaden grey skies and a constant heavy drizzle. We were only going a short distance to Largs, but we were both soaked by the time we arrived. Presents aplenty were waiting for us in Largs – mast spares from the Meakins, and confectionery from the Pountains – and they cheered us up immensely! Sadly, the short-term forecast is for more rain, but we really can’t complain; and we look forward to more balmy weather(?!) in the days ahead.