As far west as the Scilly Isles. A western bay on Iona. Wild, unspoiled remoteness of a special island.

Poem.

 

Island on the edge of the world.

Iona…… amazing jewel in the vast, azure, Atlantic.

Last land for 3,500 miles.

And so it appears.

If the world was flat,

and had a precipitous edge,

it would probably be not far from here.

As far west as the Scilly Isles

and even further west than the Ardnamurchan Peninsula.

Its special qualities are tangible.

Pure.

Beautiful.

Unspoiled.

A magical rock set in a silver sea.

A meeting place between Heaven and Earth.

 

Done