We were far away from computer access while on the Island of Iona. While I could have gone to the local hotel to post a blog, I had no access to my pictures (nearly 500 of them!), so I waited until we were settled in a B&B on the Island of Skye.
Bob and I traveled with Gwen Sears from Boston to Iceland to Glasgow, Scotland via Icelandic Airlines. We then took a bus to Oban, a ferry to Craignure, another bus to Finnaport and another ferry to Iona. Once there, we stayed nearly two weeks in a cottage that we rented called Tighshee.
Gwen on the bus to the airport!
Bob and I are ready for the adventure to Iona.
Our ferry into Iona
On the road from the ferry to our 'home.'
It was roughly a mile from the downtown portion (very tiny) of Iona so that meant a lot of walking for all of us. Gwen was a real sport and kept up quite well. The best part of being on Iona with her was meeting all of her friends (the locals) who would pass us on the road, slam on the brakes, back up and poke a head out the window and say, "Gwen, is that YOU???" The word was out quickly that she was on the island. Gracious with her introductions, we were included in the 'inner circle' of island life with some of the contacts which made all the difference in the world.
Tighshee!
These were our closest neighbors who were up til sunset (11:30 pm) and awake again upon sunrise (3:30-4 am).
The Abbey on a foggy morning.
Downtown Iona.
Amazing ruins of the Nunnery.
I will post more pictures tomorrow after we get a good rest tonight. All is well.
Gwen is reunited with daughters Deb and Nancy and is en route to England to visit family. Bob and I stayed in Mallaig for two nights and caught a ferry to Skye this morning. We rented a car and have each had a turn at driving on the opposite side of the road. (Pray for us.)
Cheerio!
Hannah
