Wednesday, July 6, 2016

SCOTLAND'S WESTERN ISLANDS

                                   An Interesting Day
         From our hotel in Ballachulish it was an hour drive to Oban where we caught a ferry for a 45-minute ride across the Firth of Lorn to the Isle of Mull in the  Hebrides. The Mull ferry ran on a schedule. The waters were calm on a beautiful sunny clear day. We passed by an island where the MacLean clan Castle Duart was situated. We could see visitors on the island and the castle looked to be in pretty good repair as it under-went restoration after W W II. 
Once on Mull we traveled what was called a one track road. There was virtually no traffic we only had to pull over a couple of times to let a car heading in the opposite direction pass. The Isle of Skye is the largest in the Inner Hebrides, but Mull at 40 X 5-6 miles is the second largest.
Isle of Mull, wettest island in the chain, is wild and mountainous, with sea lochs and sandbars. Until recently only geologists, bird watchers and an occasional fisherman or mountain climber visited the Hebridean islands. Today the islands that make up the Inner Hebrides are becoming more accessible to the general visitor.         The area is rich in legend, folklore, land of ghosts, monsters, wee folk, and wild life. The wild countryside was the scene for Robert Lewis Stevenson’s Kidnapped. The highest peak is Ben More at 3169 feet, but there are many flat areas.
Mull’s population is 1200 and the isle has the largest concentration of golden eagles in the world. The scenery we rode over was pretty desolate with wilderness, peat bogs, heather, evergreen bracken covered glens and grass covered hills.            
After an hour and a half on the narrow road we reached the end of Mull and took a passenger ferry for a five-minute ride across the Sound of Mull to the Isle of Iona. This small ferry makes turn- around trips all day, so it is never a very long wait for a ferry. We were told there are no cars on the small island, but we did see a couple running supplies and occasionally people. The 1 X 3.5 mile island of Iona is a remote low lying green, treeless island with high cliffs and rolling meadows
         In 563 AD St. Columba arrived in Iona to convert the Celts to Christianity. He built a church, and the Isle is known as the Cradle of Christianity. Columba’s monastery survived repeated Norse sackings, but finally fell into disrepair about the time of the reformation. The oldest building on the island is St. Oran, built in 1080.
It has been said that when Edinburgh was a barren rock and Oxford but a swamp, Iona was famous.  Known as a place of spiritual power and pilgrimage for centuries, it is the site of the first Christian settlement in Scotland.
The dukes of Argyll owned the island from 695 until the 12th century when the duke was forced to sell it to pay a million in real estate taxes. Sir Hugh Fraser, former owner of Harrods, purchased the island. Located on the island’s most sheltered spot is Baille Mor, the only village on Iona.
In 1930 Rev. George Mcleod, a Glasgow minister, arrived in Iona to save the residents from their decadent ways and started restoration of the decaying 13th century gothic abbey, built over the ancient one.
We noted street signs were in both English and Gaelic.
In the cemetery we tried to find MacBeth’s tombstone. But all we found was very very old stones that little lettering remained. Supposedly 43 kings and queens are buried here but we unable to identify any of the them.
I hate to admit this, but I didn’t know MacBeth was a real person, never mind a king. I always thought he was the figment of Shakespeare’s imagination.
Walking through the cloisters was so peaceful. Hanging baskets of flowers hung in each archway all around the court. What a great place to run away to if all one wanted was peace and quiet.

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