We really had found a piece of Paradise on the Oa peninsula of Islay. The bay was ringed by jagged stacks and the beach was backed by sheltering cliffs.
The turquoise sea was crystal clear and...
...the sands were washed by the gentle beat of the Atlantic surf.
We gathered driftwood from the high tide mark and as...
...night fell, we warmed ourselves by the fire. Oa, what a beautiful day!
