A Weekend on Iona...

Pia and I spent a lovely few days on my favourite island. The ferry, bus and train journeys felt like happiness, not a chore, and once on Iona I was overwhelmed by memories of the place. My photography style has changed though, so that I managed to find lots of new perspectives. Here's a few:



the sea was fabulously choppy



the sky was bright, deep blue when we arrived



seaweed and twine on a fence, really simple, yet beautiful



the gorgeous Pia, at North End. This girl is so photogenic, makes me sick ;-)




lambs always seem a bit lost



North End



a cloister, Iona Abbey



sitting in the cloisters



one of my favourite photos is of me standing on this spot, at the age of five, in wellies and dungarees. Now here I am again, 23, a little bit more growd up.



back on the ferries



everyone else was taking photos of the islands, but not me



Duart Castle, Mull



a wonderfully dark sea, between Mull and Oban



and last but by not means least ... because this blog is called in search of perfect turquoise after all. And it doesn't get much more perfect than the floor of a Cally Mac ferry.