Built on the highest point in the town so that it could be easily seen, it is round so the devil has nowhere to hide.
Once again, we were warmly welcomed and enjoyed the fellowship.
Another part of our Sunday routine is Sunday roast. The Bridgend Hotel was the spot.
The sun came out and the wind was very windy.
Ratty was in his element poking around.
Today, we drove on a couple of Georges, one going east, one west.
Going west, we were in search of Kildalton Church
and the finest Celtic cross in Scotland.
Carved 1300 years ago, the only scene we could make out was of the Virgin and Child.
Across the road, by itself, was another, later cross, called the Thief's Cross.
Then we went west to the American Monument on the Mull of Oa.
It commemorates the 266 American troops and British crew drowned when HMS Tuscania was torpedoed off the coast in February 1918. What all the signs failed to mention was that the farm track stopped a mile from the tower. As it was raining and the walk was over peat bogs, this is as close as we're all going to get.
What the road signs on Islay include is very subjective.
well, even Mr. Google can't help me figure out what you mean, "Today, we drove on a couple of Georges, one going east, one west." Maybe the writer has had a dram too many?
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