The men running the little Calmac ferry from Fionnphort to Iona must have one of the most boring jobs in one of the most beautiful places in west Scotland – though the fast currents and rips in the sound can be tricky. Ten minutes to the holy place, with a whiff of diesel and hot engine. And back again. More..
An undergraduate prank, of some finesse. Two young council workmen, way back in the 60s, were digging up a patch of King’s Parade, just where it was causing maximum inconvenience to a road then still open to through traffic. More..
As the ebb gathered speed, the Saltstraum, which we had crossed at dead slack water, began to fret itself into little eddies, and then whirlpools, and then overfalls, and then massive standing waves in which no small boat could have lived. More..