Free Range Farm Paradise
I spent one night on Iona. It was like one big free range farm-pastures full of grazing sheep-it seems idyllic-but one day those sheep become food.
The hostel I stayed at was nestled down at the end of the road to the north of th island. I kept walking and walking and kept walking with my heavy pack and finally reached a sign for the hostel and when I hit a farm house there was a "wee gate" that lead even further down through a meadow until I reached the hostel entry way to put down my pack.
I was too early to check in so I walked back through the sheep pastures to a perfect white beach and fell asleep in the sand.
The hostel I stayed at was nestled down at the end of the road to the north of th island. I kept walking and walking and kept walking with my heavy pack and finally reached a sign for the hostel and when I hit a farm house there was a "wee gate" that lead even further down through a meadow until I reached the hostel entry way to put down my pack.
I was too early to check in so I walked back through the sheep pastures to a perfect white beach and fell asleep in the sand.