June
22, 2026
Mull
and Iona
I had
never been to the Hebrides,
And I
was eager to go.
We boarded
a ferry boat.
It was
pleasant as it was slow.
We landed
on the island of Mull,
Then
loaded up on the bus.
Lavon
and I sat top front,
Which
was lucky for us
Through
green hills, lakes and rocks,
There
seemed to be a code,
on how
traffic maneuvered
on the
narrow, one-lane road.
Then
we took another ferry
To the
Island of Iona,
Scotland’s
birthplace of the Church.
It had
its own persona.
Stone
walls lined the roads,
Along with
colorful flowers,
Old
stone buildings, an ancient church,
That
spoke of higher powers.
We watched
the boats sail on the bay
As we
waited for the boat.
Then back
to Mull and Oban
With Jan’s
story while we were afloat.
It was
a satisfying day
Which
we finished off with dinner.
Touring
the isles of the Hebrides
Was
certainly a winner.