The road from Newton Stewart to Girvan is a real test – poorly surfaced – it had the Tenere in Tango mode but no worries – I enjoyed the dance.
The view over Girvan Town to the Isle of Arran stopped me in my tracks as I came out of the hills to start the twisting descent towards the coast. If I was a betting man I would lay odds on that rock in the thumbnail being made of the same granite as Ailsa Craig. They are both what’s left of volcanic plugs and I doubt if they are much more than a mile apart —
Girvan Harbour didn’t seem to have much to offer until I was almost in the town centre – that’s when I spotted the Argosy which works out of my home town at the scalloping – she was up on the stocks across the river for her annual paint and refit. I think the red hull means she is registered in Northern Ireland. Something to do with the Red Hand of Ulster I believe – or did I just make that up? Folks have been knee-capped for less.
Safer out on the road – and here we are with a view out to the giant curling stane that is Ailsa Craig —
Then it was a nice run down the coast road —
to Ballantrae would you believe —
where the rape seed brought in on the wind has rooted in a splash of colour —
The pollen is probably getting up my sensitive hooter so – after a walk down the shore —
I took off down past the ferry terminal at Cairnryan to Stranraer and Portpatrick where I had a late light lunch on the new veranda at Harbour House with views across the sea to Northern Ireland —
Yup – a purrfict day 🙂