It was time for us to leave Iona. We were to sail out on the tide at mid-morning. I was up before day break and made my way to the Abbey.
I entered the St. Columba Chapel. It's a small chapel off
the main entrance to the Abbey.
Inside the Chapel was a wooden Celtic Cross, staff and worship bell. A small chair and an opened Bible. At this time, I was discerning a call to ordained ministry. I would seek the Lord's will in my prayer time in the Chapel.
View outside St. Columba's Chapel.
St John's and St. Martin's crosses.
Inside the Abbey. The altar with a model of the curragh.
Close up of the curragh.
Leaving the wharf.

Preparing for the long row to Port St. Ellen.

Preparing for the long row to Port St. Ellen.
Donald in a reflective moment. We had completed the missionary journey to Scotland and now returning to Ireland.
Donald's dream had been accomplished.
We stopped at Colonsay
for a break from our rowing.
Allistair was glad to stretch his legs.
We would row late into the night and arrive at Port Ellen on the Isle of Islay.