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WATCHFUL AYR

YES WE DID JUST ABOUT GET OUT OF THE HARBOUR.

So we have been home about one week and we are already looking forward to getting away again. Now that Shemaron is all spruced up we are keen to be out on the water once more. Our trip to meet friends round the Kyles of Bute this weekend was thwarted due to high winds, low gunnel's and a tendency towards caution. Shemaron in the twilight of her years can afford to wait for calmer seas.

We did have a little run out passed Davaar last week.  Cold and sharp it felt like we were pushing crystals, like we might break the sky and send the blue in splinters to the sea.


 We huddled in the wheel house eating sandwiches and pastries whilst Shemaron thrilled against the bracing wind. "Braw" I think might be the best word to describe our swift and refreshful turn around the loch. Up lifted and back in the harbour the sun was warm on our faces and we were happy that all seemed in order.


Not feeling quite so guilty this time around I left Chris to continue with some of the finer point…

UNDER THE SNOWY CRAGS OF BEN GUILLION

DAYS FROM HEAVEN

Some days are sent from heaven Easter Saturday 2013.
Stepping from the car we were surprised to feel such a warmth in the day, it freed our spirits and sent them soaring, singing with promise in the rays of the sun. Instead of stopping for a quick look at Arran across the Kilbrannan sound, we found ourselves carried on thermals into the sweet breath of the hillside.




After the recent sub zero blast over the western side of the country the sky had come back to Kintyre, it kissed the ground ahead of our steps and filled the air with clarity. We walked on and the colour of the day was the blue of the western fringes, and the silvered stubs of last seasons pine harvest, scattered with gorse yellow and thorns. At a point some way from the top we turned and looked out onto the world beyond and beneath, from this point everything is beyond and beyond ........... and beyond.








Beyond the sunny rocks that shore the tides, the sound gives rise to Arran robed in white, and beyond, the hills behind t…