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A visit to Iona

The first site of Iona on a stormy windy August morning, appearing out of the mist and spray. The third attempt was still in doubt, but the ferry was sailing. There was a strange excitement in the air. The rocks by the ferry jetty had an otherworldly air about them. The lighthouse in the Sound of Mull was a beacon from the hotel window and marked the end of a journey on the return to Oban.

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