Seals nonchalantly eye the boat, as we pass by in the sound of Iona, as they laze on an open jut of rock. The boat quickly cruises away from Mull, away from the seals, away from Iona and into the Atlantic Ocean. Once ocean-bound, a school of bottle-nose dolphins, catching waves. When first approaching theContinue reading “Isle of Staffa”
Lucette Wood 