Isle Maree stands out in the loch, and has many myths and legends around it. The ancient burial ground has the bones of Vikings, the grave markers still there to be found among those of locals from more recent centuries.
I traced the bounds of the graveyard, reading those inscriptions still visible against the weathering and the moss. Something about the atmosphere of the place seeps into your mood on the island – quiet but not entirely relaxing.
Leaving the burial ground in peace, I went back to the shingle beach I had landed on. Curving round, it created a sheltered bay facing eastward, backed by a gravel bank, an ideal spot for lunch. the stove came out, and I enjoyed a hot meal in splendid isolation.
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