Tuesday, Campbeltown to Ardrossan

I had managed to download the Grib files which enable me to get a good idea of the weather for the next five days and it wasn't looking good. I had planned an overnight stop at Lamlash on the Isle of Arran, but the thought of being caught in bad weather whilst on anchor and using the inflatable dinghy to get ashore was not appealing.
I decided to miss out Arran and to make straight for Ardrossan. This would be a comfortable marina, with all the usual facilities and a nearby town with three railway stations.
As it turned out, the passage itself was easy. We had a dead flat sea, and absolutely no wind. The only excitement was provided by the Coast Guard who kept issuing gale warnings. on the radio which started with a DSC alarm, which is enough to wake anyone. Gale Force nine, later.
We sped across from Aran, refuelled, and then tied up securely in the marina. We only needed 22 litres of diesel since leaving Ardglass.
Then the heavens opened and it poured & blew all evening. John and I retired to the Italian Resturant overlooking the marina, enjoying good food and watching Michael Phelps win a nineteenth Olympic medal on the telly.