There’s a landfall off the coast of Argyll that I believe deserves to be the jewel in the crown. During the summer months thousands of people cross every day to Iona to visit the island where St Columba made his home and his monastery; the island that became a place of pilgrimage for composers and writers and princes, and then for everyone else.
But the holy islet that I believe to be every bit as important and every bit as special as Iona, is visited by almost no-one. The people who do visit are generally yachties, partly because the anchorage is good. Very few visit otherwise: this is a landfall that isn’t, as it were, on the map. Yet truly it is a treasure island.
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