An invitation to take part in a discussion about the proposed fish farm stirred me from winter lethargy into three days on this magical island on the edge of the world.
What follows is a little photo-essay of my visit, without the polemic, which I will save for a more political forum.
Well, maybe not entirely politics-free, because what on earth is the Icebeam doing in Oban? She's been here for months, a Swedish research ship equipped with state of the art under-water survey equipment. She's been seen as far afield as Ardnamurchan, as reported by the Kilchoan Blogger.
|Leaving the Sound of Kerrera, Mull in the distance.|
|The Strand, between Colonsay and Oronsay|
|It has to be called Hangman's Rock|
|First view of Traigh Ban|
Leaving Scalasaig one soon comes to an interesting wee haven.
After a little while I came to the Colonsay House estate and took a detour through.
|A case for the WD40|
|Traigh Ban again, from under Carnan Eoin|
|The Old Man of Balnahard|
|The way back is always longer|