After nearly two weeks living on Iona it was a bittersweet departure.  There is a quality to this holy island that defies description, it must be experienced. The weather had cleared a bit this morning so I took a last walk on the beach near the house. Once again the colors of nature astounded me.  I can’t wait to get home to print out some of these photos.  The variety of seaweed provides color from orange to pink to dusty green and more.  But it is also the pattern and texture that are fascinating to me. The oyster catchers were all around me crying out I suspect because I was close to their nests in the machair. The sheep, as usual, were on the golf course happily keeping the fairways and greens manicured!

Headed to the Isle of Mull and on the way to the ferry at Craignure took a quick detour to Carsaig – tricky road to negotiate but worth the effort.  I wish I had the time for the 4 mile hike there. Then it was on to the ferry to Oban and the beginning of another adventure. Tomorrow it is on to Coll.