D and I are back from Iona, and while exhausted, I thought I’d share a photo in advance of a longer post tomorrow. This was taken while crossing the machair, a fertile plain of wildflowers unique to Western Scotland and North-West Ireland. Here we were walking towards The Bay at the Back of the Ocean (Camas Cuil an t-Saimh) – called so because it faces, or turns its face from, North America. There’s nothing but miles and miles of swell and breakers and sea monsters between this strip of coast on the holy island and I think Newfoundland. When we visited, a sea-mist had rolled in, cooling the hot air – but not all the time, as my sunburns will attest. It was a heady 17 degrees (62.6F), with turquoise waters and white sand and cliffs vanishing in and out of existence as the vapours shifted. But anyway, more tomorrow.