For these are my mountains

Today was lovely.  Sundays are even better, when you don't have work in the morning. 

I gave himself two options.  Waterstones in Sauchiehall Street which was met with as much enthusiasm as a  me going to the dentist.    The other option was  run to the Carrick Hills which sit to the South of Troon and proffer a rather nice view across the bay. 

Sadly it had been many years since i have ventured there, many, many years, and it had always been the dark when we drove up.   It took us quite a while to work out how to reach the other side of Ayr -  neither of us have been down that direction either. 

It was a one track road. It was in a horrible state, and after many pot holes, bumping up on grass verges to avoid the oncoming traffic, we reached the view point.   Boy it was worth it. 

My Arran - oft blipped from my beach, looked like an entirely different Island.  As did the Holy Isle in front of it.  There was a moment where I looked for Troon, and I couldn't work out where it was. I was looking too close to where we were. 

After we got to the top of the hill, we worked out way down the other side, and down the coast a bit to Maybole, and then back across to the coast again, and wound up the coast road back into Ayr Again.  

ON the way - we caught photos of Culzean Castle, Dunure Castle and Ailsa Craig looking particularly lush.

Then we stopped for a coffee, and then headed back home. 

And now - Just after 10 - we are just in from a 10K cycle while Tooli ran along side :-) 

Ready for bed and whatever the day brings to us tomorrow.