An early start and a trouble free journey on Friday morning ensured we were afloat for 10am. First shot was Ardwell in Luce Bay. We put in at Chapel Rossan and made our way out to the North most Yellow Buoy...... A reliable source had informed me that the Tope had left the Bay for the moment, but with such a flat calm sea and a lovely day we thought it was worth a look regardless. After three hours at anchor with very little to show, I concluded that my source was indeed correct and the Irish sea might be a better option. All we caught were a few dog fish, gurnard, a Thornback and copious amounts of Mackerel. A quick load onto the trailer then a move over the peninsula took us to West Ardwell then down the old track to Ardwell Bay. Again we were welcomed by a flat cam sea and the promise of better things, or so we thought...... After admiring the local scenery, topless bathers ! , We paddled out and caught the the South going stream and fished our way down to Doon Castle, and then on to the Mull of Logan. A fruitless journey really, with more doggies and a few Pollock to show for our efforts. Eventually we turned in the middle of Logan Bay and headed back to Ardwell, against the tide, a hard slog which is still hurting my shoulders now. Next was plan C, a move to Port Logan , then bivi for the night to give us an early start on Saturday morning. We arrived at Logan just as the sun was setting ........... A quick unload from the trailer and we were ready for an early start the next morning. Some drift wood was procured and as soon as there was flames, supper was on to cook. A handfull of whelks, a Mackerel and a Grey Gurnard was on the menu, washed down with half a litre of Whiskey. Head down and lights out. Next morning we had a quick breakfast and set out in search for a Haddock to take home for the Tea. A quick paddle out to the ground and we were in Business, at last something had fallen into place. After two drifts we had enough sized ones for tea and some for the freezer.... On a roll now our next move was to Clanyard Bay for a shot at the Gurnard. Yet another tick in the box as this was successful as well... From there our last move was going to take us to Gounie Head to coax a Pollock or two out of hiding. A few casts later we nailed that one as well, nothing big though, 1 lb being the average . The tide was a bit of a battle here with standing waves and a fresh breeze from the NW so we made a hasty retreat back into Logan Bay for a final shot at the Haddock before heading to shore for lunch.. In all, a good wee trip, twenty seven miles paddled and a bit of exercise to hone a few millimetres off my man boobs. I think a smaller tide would have helped us on the fishing front but you can’t always have everything right. Neil.