This Victorian picture, called 'On the way to Iona', is my desktop image. I normally tire of such things after a week or so but this one abides. It has the quality of a short story, a piece by Chekhov perhaps, so much you might say about the characters, their clothes, their relationship, their day-out. (These folk are somehow related to my biographical subject J. S. Haldane ... when I step from biography back to fiction who knows, maybe I'll dream up the story.) From the size of the boat I presume this is the Oban to Mull leg of the journey. The five minute crossing between the Inner Hebridean islands of Mull and Iona is often cancelled even now because of stormy seas. I presume the 19th century version of the Iona ferry used sails.
The colour picture of Iona
is from my own brief island hopping of summer 2006.