On Saturday, the objective was simple: Watch a sunset on the West Coast. We live on a small island afterall. An hour and a half to either coast…further than I would like, but manageable. We packed up and shipped out, first to Troon (which was not our kind of place) then to Girvan (which very much was).
The beauty of the sky and sea turning pink, then orange, then the dark grey blue, the shadowy Ailsa Craig in the distance, a near perfect sunset and well worth the travel. Scotland is so easy to love when its like this – all majestic and wild. While I don’t mind the rain as much as some, there is no doubt that when the sun shines there is no place more beautiful. Sigh.