Through Purgatory with Rev. Carolyn

It's my turn to describe our Scottish adventures and the phrase for the day is Dinna fash yersel, which for the non-Scots translates as don't worry. First, the calm: here are two photos of the stunningly beautiful ruins of a nunnery on Iona







Carolyn wanted us to take a boat to see Fingal's Cave on the island of Staffa, so the three of us, along with about sixty Spanish tourists sailed off through somewhat choppy seas on the great adventure. Here's a view of Staffa, formed by a rock-throwing fight between two giants



What Carolyn didn't tell us was that the road to Fingal's Cave is a slippery, narrow sharp track lacking a guardrail, with a sheer drop into a green, roiling sea. There is, sometimes, a plastic line to grab, otherwise you're on your own. Linda isn't fond of heights, Lorna shredded her leather gloves hanging onto the line and I don't care for drowning in the icy Atlantic. It was memorable, and we drank beer with our lunch in celebration of being alive.




Tomorrow we leave Iona and head for Chester. This will entail taking a ferry, then a bus, a second ferry, and four trains. On with the adventure!
Kitty



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Location:Iona and Staffa