It was a perfect day for a cycle from Lochwinnoch to Muirshiel; such a sunny Sunday. There was a lot to see along the road with two buzzards soaring lazily in their circular habit while nearby a stonechat sat chatting on a fencepost. At Muirshiel green hairstreak, orange tip and peacock butterflies were a colourful addition, flying low over the ground, in the warmth of the afternoon sun. A male and female wheatear flew by and stopped atop a stone dyke having flown from somewhere south of the Sahara and deserving of a short rest. Deep purple wild pansies were in bloom along the way along with the paler dog violet and the first rose, primrose, in plentiful supply. Pansy comes from the French word for thought and what better time to ponder over the great view at Muirshiel across the birch and Scot’s pine towards the dark heather of the glorious Misty Law.