Isle of Iona

I first visited Iona when I was about nine years old. I'd heard about St Columba at school and, intrigued by the stories of green and red pebbles on the beaches, nagged my mum to take me. We arrived in the pouring rain after a journey which had taken all day and involved two trains, two ferries and a bus (which we had to wait three hours for having just missed one). Despite this inauspicious start, we were hooked and went back every year until I left school. Since moving back to Scotland, we've started the tradition again and although the journey still isn't any easier, the effort is worthwhile and Iona remains one of my favourite places in Scotland to visit and paint.

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