Sea, sky and stones

We finally found the ogham stone a little way behind the church yard. It was coveted in whiskery lichen and the ogham marks very well eroded, but then it has been waiting there for sometime, in this bee loud meadow. There was a female common darter (dragonfly) chasing round the ragged rocks and red campion.
Gigha is a longer, flatter more arable island than Iona. The ruined church remembers St Cathan who brought the Gospel to Kintyre and the Western Isles in the 6th century from Ireland.
Fringed by green woodland the road south from the ferry also boasted two ‘honesty tables’, one selling shortbread and woolly hats the other eggs and candles.
Hannah had a cycle up and down and then we had some lovely lunch at the Gigha Hotel followed by ice cream from the little shop. This is a diversification in the Gigha economy and is made on the island with milk from the very cows she had cycled past on the north end.
The shallow bay by the south pier was a draw to almost everyone. Reached through another lovely wild flower meadow, with a wonderful crop of common orchids, it stretched on and on and was shallow enough to wade across which was pleasant and a cooling way to pass the afternoon.

From the warm sun and the cool sea
The green woodland and the colourful meadow,
The welcome and the care
Of this small island,
There is much to celebrate,
And remember gratefully.