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It started with a beautiful walk to the shore, down John Street in Largs, wrapped up cosy treading crisply down the snowy road listening to the crunch of the trolley’s wheels behind me.
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By the time I got off the top-end of Cumbrae the wind felt exactly as forecast, a gentle 3 out the North (NNW). Brrrrrrrrrrr, Bertie Baltic. I was smiling more when I got out past my mark and turned to run downwind. There was enough sea to get some lift off the waves.
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The view around the north end of the Clyde was stunning, with the hills all caked in the last week’s snowfall. The only way to keep warm, keep paddling.
However, one important lesson learned for the big journey; the fleecey lined pogies work well when they’re on, but get sodden in anything other than flat calm and become too much hassle to take on and off. Next time I’ll revert to the foil lined fluorescent pair I’ve had since 1989……..they don’t make ’em like they used to!
