Friday, October 14, 2016

Magical powers. October 14, part 2

Maybe there is something to the magic of Iona, for we were able to get 2 hikes in today.  The first this morning was towards the south end of Iona where Columba landed--Bay of The Coracle.  We didn't make it there because it really started raining hard and we turned back.  But we did pass by the Martyrs' Bay, the Hill of Angels, and the Fairy Mound.  We went through the gate at the golf course--yes, there is an 18 hole golf course on the west side--and walked down to the beach to look for Iona Stones.  It was so funny to see golf hole flags with cows roaming and sitting upon the course!  Beautiful rocks covered the beach.  

The Hill of Angels is so named because angels were seen descending to gather around and talk to St. Columba one day while he prayed on top of it.

We headed back at the height of the rain and had a quick lunch then started out again, this time to the North of the island.  We passed by the Reilig Odhrain or St. Oran's Cemetery where all the kings are buried, then the Benedictine Abbey itself, built in the 12th century.  

The Hebrew word for Dove is Iona and the Latin is Columba.  Just read that when Columba came to Iona, he found 360 standing stones in a circle.  He built his church on this site and had his monks cut the sign of the cross in each of the standing stones.  These are the ones that were thrown into the sea during Reformation.  I read that one of these stones is now used as the market cross for the town of Campbeltown.  

Our hotel was built in 1846.  Columba came here to Iona in 563Ad and founded a small Celtic monastery and for 34 years, carried on his work of introducing Christianity to the Scottish mainland and as far south as Switzerland until he died in 597.  

We saw the Torr an Aba (hill of the abbot) where Columba wrote and of course the large hill, Dun-I.  Many stories are wrapped around this hill fortress.  St. Columba blessed Iona from the top before he died, St. Bride sang long songs daily to the lost bridegroom from the top, and there is a cairn at the top from 1897 in memory of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria.  The hill is 332 feet high and if you want good luck, you have to climb it 7 times.  From the top looking North, you can see Staffa and beyond to Coll, Tiree, Barra, Rhum, Eigg, and the Treshnish Isles.  South you can see Colonsay, Islay, and the Paps of Jura.  

You can also see Fingal's Cave.  Mendelssohn composed Hebrides Overture after his visit here.  So many famous people have come to see its rows of basalt pillars 60 feet high.  It actually looks like an organ and is named for the giant who also built the Giant's Causeway in Ireland.  Two legends of Fingal's Cave:  there was a 9 headed monster who used the cave to fatten his captives.  Cuchulainn, a giant, was on his way to Skye for the School for Heroes and killed the monster.  Another says that Fingal the giant lived here with his wife and family and was baptized by Columba and gained a soul and became normal height.

Robert Louis Stevenson stayed on the isle of Erraid, 4 miles south of Ffionphort while writing "Kidnapped."  You can reach the island by sand and rocks on foot if the tide is out.  

On the northern brow of Dun is a well of youth, a small triangular pool, and it as said that if you long here at dawn and touch the healing water the moment the first sun-ray quickens it, you will recover your lost youth--some get back physical strength and beauty and others their dreams and aspirations.  Lower down the hill is the Meadow of the Black Pot where illicit whisky stills were hidden in boggy ground when the Excise Men came calling.

Saw the White Strand of the Monks, made white by the powdered shells of innumerable land-snails.  Also saw the Hill of the Seat where Columba meditated.  NW Iona was agricultural, but now is mostly uninhabited, though you can see the foundations of old crofts.  Also saw huge holes in the ground on the north of Iona, which turned out to be rabbit holes!  

Dinner downstairs tonight at 7:15 then repacking for leaving Iona in the morning on the ferry and handing back to Mull.  No TVs at this hotel so it really is peaceful.  No cars are allowed on the island except for those of residents.  Hopefully we won't run into any of the rally car activities on Mull tomorrow and we can get to Dervaig (Kilmore) Church for our 3rd visit here to see the beautiful stained glass showing Jesus and a pregnant Mary Magdalene.

We will be driving though Griban with its fallen rock signs and the big rock that crushed the house underneath that had honeymooners inside from the mid 19th century.  All that was found afterward was a sewing machine.  Got photos of Staffa and Iona from Pennyghael on Thursday.  Also saw Achaban House from the Anna Carothers books, but it is now for sale.  Volcanic rock and quarried granite from Ffionphort have been used in building some statues in London.  The movies "Entrapment" and "I Know Where I'm Going" were filmed on Mull.

At Craignure where we will catch the ferry back to Oban, there is a legend that men tried to kill the sea noise with their Swiss.  You're not supposed to whistle when windy or else it will increase to a gale.  At the grassy part here is where cattle were put in the water to pull behind the ferry to he mainland to take them to market.  Fairies also stole human babies here and let a changeling behind.  If you put the changeling on the shot, the fairies would bring you back a human baby but it might now be YOUR human baby.  

In Tobermory, location of my doctor and chemist from yesterday, is the site of a shipwreck just offshore.  In 1588, the Spanish helped MacLean rob from his kin's estates on Coll using their Spanish Galleon.  MacLean then blackmailed the Spanish captain and when he refused to pay, MacLean sank the Spanish Galleon.

Between Ardtun and Bunessan is a memorial to Mary MacDonald for the melody to the Carol Child in a Manger," which is also the melody for "Morning has Broken."  It's called Bunessan in the hymnals.










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Rain, rain, go away...... October 14

Today actually started at 3AM when the fire alarm went off here at the hotel and woke all of us!  Ray is suffering with his sinuses and snored loudly all night.  With my problems from yesterday, I'm not sure how today is going to go, especially since the weather is dreary with rain and the forecast is for cool temps, wind, and heavy showers for all day.  Oh, Iona, I had such a wonderful self-guided tour planned.  Maybe that is the lesson here accept what comes and just relax and meditate.  After breakfast, I sat downstairs in the lounge to catch up on this blog and to relax.  

Iona was known first as Inis Druineach, Island of the Druids.  When the Druids were here, there was a college surrounded by yew trees.  The Stone of Destiny was first kept here, and King Aedan of Dalraida was crowned here by Columba in AD574.  There was also supposedly kept here a mystical cauldron of ancient Celtic faith that gave immortality--it's also called themCup of Bran, because King Bran was drinking from it when his head was severed, so his head was buried alive on London's Tower Hill.

Fairies are said to appear on the island, but only on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays.  Haha, naturally we are here on Thursday and Friday.  The fairies live in the Hill of the Angels where fairy music can be heard at times.  They also can grant wishes.  There is a prophecy that 7 years before the world ends, another flood will wipe out Ireland, the isles, and Scotland, but Iona will rise above the waters.

Our room at the hotel is in the Abbey Wing.  This hotel used to be the Free Church Manse.

In the graveyard (the oldest in Scotland) at the Abbey are buried over 60 Scottish kings, buried throughout the Middle Ages.  MacBeth is also buried here along with Duncan, murdered by him.
By 1549, there were 48 Scottish kings, 8 Norwegian kings, and 4 Irish kings already buried here. In 1560 during the Reformation, the roof was stripped of its lead, the standing stones and crosses were thrown into the sea, and the treasures were taken.  It stayed in ruins for 300 years.

The Abbey Museum still has the stone called St. Columba's pillow which he used for his head to rest upon.  

I love the fact that our room is closest to St. Mary's Chapel because I can see it from my window and believe, as do many, that it was to Mary Magdalene.  The Book of Kells is thought to have been created here in a scriptorium before being sent to Ireland for safekeeping in the 9th century.  The Vikings raided the island frequently between 797 and the 10th century.

Even earlier in history, there are stories of visits to Iona of Mary and her young son, Jesus; of 2 visits of Jesus and Mary Magdalene as young adults; then of Mary Magdalene and John the Beloved after the crucifixion, when she spoke to John, who transcribed the Lost Gospel of John (the Book of Love).

Angels are said to still visit the island to inspire, heal, and guide.  Even the rocks here are said to be sacred--coming from heaven and infused with Divine fire.  Supposedly the stones on the beach where Columba landed are a beautiful green color.  The beach is strewn with colored pebbles of translucent green serpentine.  These are known as Iona stone or St. Columba's stone, and are reputed to be a charm against drowning.  Columba climbed the hill to the west here with 12 monks and looked to the west to see if he could see Ireland.  He couldn't so he said this is where he would stay.  There is a curious boat-shaped mound at this Bay of the Coracle which is said to be where Columba buried his boat (coracle) lest he be tempted to return to Ireland.  There is also a Spouting Cave on the island and an old quarry.

Probably not today, but on some days you can see the Giant's Causeway on Ireland from the south end,of Iona and on still nights, hear music from Fingal's Cave, which you can sometimes see from the north end.

Martyrs' Bay is just south of the village.  It is said that this is the site of the slaughter of the 68 monks by the Danes in 806.  This is also where kings were brought ashore to be carried down the Street of the Dead to be buried in the cemetery.  The White Strand of the Monks on the NE shore is where the Abbot and 15 monks were slaughtered in 986 by the Vikings.  The dark, steep rock at the northern end is said to have been stained red with the blood of the victims.  

Sadly St. Columba forbade any woman or cow to land on Iona, alive or dead.  "Where there is a cow, there will be women.  Where there are women, there will be trouble."  SO, Columba was a very enlightened individual.  He made women live on the Island of the Women just east of here.  The Library of Iona was said to have been wrapped in hides and buried on a small rocky islet of Cairn a Burgh, west of Mull.

If the weather cooperates, I hope to go to the North of the island to see the Hill of the Seat, where Columba would sit and meditate, and to the Bay of the Coracle.  You can see the Cuillins on Skye from North Iona, too.

If I get to go on my planned wanderings, I will post more later.


 

Hairy Coo outside our window:
 
The Nunnery:

 
Hill of the Angels:

 
walk to the ocean:

 
golf course with cows:



 
rocks on the beach:

 
St. Columba Hotel in distance:
 

 
the hotel's organic garden:
 
graveyard of the kings at Iona Abbey:
 



Iona Abbey:


 
Looking across to Mull on our walk to the north tip of Iona:

 
Our shadows:

 
Chicken crossing the road:
 
 
king of the hill:


two sheep sneaking a kiss:
 
then looking off into the distance nonchalantly:

 
rabbit hole:

 
Ray on top of hill where St. Columba used to meditate:

 
Fingal's Cave in the distance:

 
Dun I:
 
 
 

Doctor! Doctor! October 13

Well, this has been SOME day, but it turned out well in the end.  I woke up in the middle of the night,and from then on, I had excruciating burning and pain and pressure.  I haven't had a Urinary Tract Infection since my 20s, but you never forget the symptoms.

Problem 1:  we have a ferry reservation on the 10:05 ferry from Oban to the Isle of Mull.  An hour drive to Oban with me gripping the door in pain then onto the ferry where the pain got even worse.  

Problem 2:  Took 2 Azo-Standard pills but no help.  

Problem 3:  So, all our plans for the Isle of Mull got scratched and we headed to the only "big" town on this island--Tobermory.  Tobermory seemed very crowded today, unlike when here before and all we saw was 3 cars at most.  

Problem 4:  Today every single parking spot was taken.

Finally found one and I immediately had to find a restroom then a chemist, as they call their pharmacists here.  Remembered they use a green cross as their sign, found it, and went in to ask and he said they had similar to what I had just taken and that was all.  So I asked where the nearest doctor was. 

Problem 5:  He said he thought their hours were over for this morning but I could try.

Off we go back up the hill and find the Surgery--their doctor's office.  Receptionist, Karen, is very nice when I tell her my problem. 

Problem 6:  She checks to see if a doctor is in, but they have all gone to lunch.  She says I can come back at 2:45 and they will see me then.  She asks where we are staying and when we tell her that we are on Iona tonight which requires taking another ferry on the other end of the island, 

Problem 7:  she says even if I do see a doctor his afternoon, we will never make that ferry to Iona.  BECAUSE the traffic is gonna be horrific because of the Rally Car races on Mull beginning today.  So THAT'S the reason for all the cars.  And some of them were indeed rally cars, as I later noticed.

That's when miracle-worker Karen goes to work and calls the doctor at home and talks to his wife.  He is out doing home visits, but 

Amazing Solution:  somehow they round up a very nice doctor who assesses my condition and runs a test and sure enough--UTI.  He prescribes an antibiotic (and gives me a week's supply of it even though he says I should be all well and can stop it if I am in 3 days) and paracetamol (Tylenol) and to also take the Azo-Standard.  Already a bit better.  And the tears inducing pain has abated a bit.  (And there wasn't any charge for this at all OR at the chemist for the prescription.  Not one cent.  And when I asked for a box of Paracetamol, the chemist acted 
Iike she was so pained to have to ask me for 99 pence.  I love the national healthcare system over here.

Took my first dose then headed straight for the ferry in Ffionphort to take us over to the Sacred Isle of Iona.  Got on ferry with all our luggage--leaving the car parked on the Mull side of the bay--and checked into the St. Columba Hotel on Iona.  Wow--what a view!  Bluest water, Iona Abbey, cows munching grass.  And our room, # 25, seems to be as close as we could possible get a room to the Mary Chapel ruins.  This hotel has its own organic garden, so looking forward to our meal at 7 and breakfast tomorrow.  Then another dinner and breakfast before we leave on Saturday.  We have a whole day tomorrow on Iona, and if I feel like it, I have a whole tour planned for us.

Right now watching the ferry come and go between Iona and Mull as Ray was concerned that he didn't lock the rental car and has taken the ferry back over to check to make sure.

Dinner downstairs where I had a delicious maple-marinated salmon salad and Ray had the roast loin of pork.

Gaelic on the ferry from Oban to Mull:
 
 
Eilean Musdile Lighthouse from ferry:
 
ruins on the Isle of Mull:


 
on our mad dash to Tobermory for a doctor:


 
After getting prescription, we made our way to Ffionphort for the Iona ferry and saw Fingal's Cave in the distance:


 
Waiting for the Iona ferry:

 
 
View from our hotel room:
 
Mary Chapel ruins:


 
There goes Ray back over on the ferry:
 



 


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