Even better is a clamber along the Ayrshire coast, which offers a lively sea spray and the kind of magnificent, boulder strewn desolation that puts you in mind of Plesiosaurs, continental shifts, and the unsettling antiquity of the Earth.
|Yeah, everybody's gone surfin' ... before being dashed to pieces.|
|This still qualifies as a 'sea view', right?|
|Quite a calm sea meant these smaller rocks were dry and unslippery.|
|I'm surprised by how well the phone coped with this light. The sun was very low, dazzling me on the left as I took this shot.|
|A sort-of sign of life.|
|Aha! Hagshell clams. Avoid cheap farmed Haggis; they're often raised on Hagshell clams, which lends them a gritty texture. |
|What the Socrates! Sand! No more bouncing along like a billy-goat.|
|Not a soul around. |
|Doesn't this look tranquil? Actually, the wind was picking up. This easy going sandy stretch took me much further than I had meant to go!|
|I think that's Ailsa Craig in the middle distance. Uninhabited and still for sale, I believe.|
|Time to head back. My own footprints were the only ones I ever found. Observe the lack of tread; these old boots have put up with a DAS course and static line parachuting, but are getting a bit past it!|
Here's a wee clip to round off today's post. Till next time.