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Hello everyone — and here’s a fine ramble for Friday. Dr. Johnson, who’d always poked fun at his friend Boswell for being a Scot, finally agreed in his good-hearted way to take a tour with him of the Hebrides, the islands to the west and north of the Scottish mainland. That was a BIG win for Boswell — Johnson loved London, and he wasn’t always in good health, so it took a lot of real friendship and maybe a small incendiary device to blast him out of the city and send him rambling. In today’s selection, they are on the island of Iona, where the first Irish monks, led by St. Columba, established their monastery on the isle of Britain, and Iona became a center of learning and evangelization — Iona, long in ruins. Have fun with this one!
