Left the point full of hope that the day would stay calm as i was hoping to cross the clyde from Dunoon to Gourock around lunch.
A pleasant hike looking back at the lighthouse I'd passed the evening before but hadn't noticed with the lack of light. Spring was most definitely on its way, daffodils were not only poking up through the grass at the side of the road but they were budding too and one had begun to flower.
It was a lovely morning as i continued along the road towards town. As i walked i looked across at the far shores. It was so close and getting closer with every step.
Finding a short crossing to the clock lighthouse in Gourock i decided to brave the choppy waters and make the two mile crossing. The winds were low and the waves manageable.
Arriving on the shores of Gourock the landscape instantly transformed. The mountains were now in the background a visual distant memory. These were the lowlands. From here i could expect changes.
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