Dagmar and I had an argument this morning. "I want to put on my shades" she said. "Oh, please don't do that" I cried "It brought us bad luck last time you did that. Do you remember the ferry that was cancelled and now we are heading for another ferry. I know it is sunny but anything can happen."
We had earlier decided to go to the Isle of Arran, reputedly Scotland in miniature. We set off from Troon to Ardossan, 17 miles away for the next ferry.
Now it is confession time. I thought that the best cycling was over at Donegal and thought this journey would become less interesting. How wrong I was. Everything continues to be just as good. This afternoon it was just sublime as we peddled alongside the seashore and up into the hills. The sea was calm, water clear, hills bathed in sunshine and no dogs.