After the worst wild camp we'd ever experienced at Loch na Keal on the Isle of Mull we decided it
was time to move to somewhere more amenable. Horrendous gales blowing from the freezing north, lashing rain and deafening noise had buffetted us all night long, so much so it was impossible to hear each other speak. The tent leapt up and down like some wild pernicious demon hellbent on dragging pegs from the ground and hurtling off into watery space. Come daylight we decided enough was enough. In a period of relative calm we struck camp, piled everything into the car, drove to Fionnphort then hauled our sacks onto the MV Loch Buie, a ferry bound for the beautiful Isle of Iona.
|Wild camp at Loch na Keal|
|MV Loch Buie arriving at Iona|
We had mornings of glorious sunshine, though the wind was still from the north and blowing cold.
|Morning run by Iona Abbey|
Wild geese honked noisily across the sky, skylarks sang their matins while swallows engaged in swift, low level flights in search of sustenance. Starlings were the most common birds, nesting under the eaves of most houses, in our camp toilet block and, most of all, in the confined cloisters of the Abbey where hungry fledglings kept up continuous tweetings. Occasionally, when the sun shone brightest, a cuckoo called from some vantage point across the island. It was a wonderful atmosphere, perfect for running, and we soon worked out a very pleasant route, out towards Clachanach, down by the Abbey, through summery corncrake fields, then back by dazzling white sands at Martyrs Bay and up the Machair road to Cnoc Oran.
The Pentecost service in the Abbey on May 19th was a little disappointing. The Iona Community website promised something extra special for their 10.30am service to mark the 1,450th anniversary of Columba's arrival on the island in AD 563. It was also the 75th anniversary of the founding of the Iona Community in 1938. The Mull Gaelic choir were to sing at this service, as were the children from Iona Primary School. In actual fact the powers that be couldn't get rid of the congregation quick enough from the morning Communion service to prepare the Abbey for all the specially invited guests at the 'special' service in the afternoon. I felt quite cheated. Perhaps if I'd told them I was a past resident of the island, way back in 1949, I might have been allowed in?
To conclude. Many years ago, more than I care to remember, I found a wonderful little pebble of Iona
Beautiful pictures and lovely poem. You are brave to sleep under canvass in Scotland at this time of year - we could do with a bit more summer than last year!ReplyDelete
Haven't been camping for years, and I don't know if it's my fault or my lovely wifes fault, but then again it could be that we always want to to our 2 Jack Russles and very few places will let you take a dog with you... (they all let you take children!!!)ReplyDelete
But in years to come I will get camping again.
Beautiful pictures! I can't wait to go camping again! :-)ReplyDelete
I'm not a camper but I can appreciate the beauty of your wild adventure!ReplyDelete
Hopefully one day soon you'll find a piece of marble similar to your lost treasure.
Hi, beautiful pictures. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Best regards. Greetings from Malaysia.