ALL PHOTOS CLICK FULL SCREEN
This is a mix of three different trips in one go. A snorkeling day at Port Glasgow: an off grid weekend in The Gryfe Valley: and a Greenock Waterfront day. All three done with Alan.
We already knew about a quiet slipway beside Newark Castle in Port Glasgow so this is where we went during the extended May heat wave weather.
I've not been swimming or snorkeling for over ten years but Alan has.... and was keen... me less so.
But I've had all the gear for a long time so might as well give it a go. In my fertile imagination before this trip I swam across the sea like an Olympic champion or at least a graceful basking shark.... in painful reality I swam more like a house brick, which admittedly might be useful for scuba diving.... but not so good for surface gasping every few seconds due to persistent cold shock.... which did not really go away. Although in a city swimming pool I was fairly good and fast at breast stroke ( my local pool closed down decades ago) my above water distance swimming this time was disappointingly pathetic. Trying hard but getting nowhere fast. I can see why flippers are a good idea.
The water was flat calm. A perfect day.
The only waves produced by occasional passing ships in the Firth of Clyde Estuary.
It was a beautiful day though in an exceptional month of dry sunny weather.
The River Clyde Estuary in May.
Also in May we had an off grid weekend in the nearby Gryfe Valley and Corlick Hill district, seen here. Above and below.
A quiet and less visited area but it felt like a mini Sweden on this occasion. All lake and forest views. ( Gryfe Reservoir view here)
Also part of a circular cycle route we've both done in past years.
Sunset view.
Next up a walk along the sculpture trail at Greenock waterfront.
Metal Jelly fish.
Custom House Waterfront area.
Greenock Waterfront walk.
Shipping Sculpture. Greenock.
Bird Lands. My coastal angels greet me...
The gift of flight. Apparently it was watching seabirds, gulls in particular, that inspired modern airplane design. And anyone who has watched gulls fly effortlessly in 80 mile an hour winds down the storm battered coastline in winter cannot fail to be impressed by their sheer ability in the air.
Outstanding acrobats.Pests to some eyes though... but always my sweet angels.
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