Iconic view of Lindisfarne Castle
I’ve never managed to capture it this well before though. The light was perfect last weekend.
There was a wedding on the Island and we had the privilege of meeting Brother Damian from a Franscecan Anglican Order, based in Dorset. He’d come back to the Island to officiate since he was instrumental in bride meeting groom. As well as the seals then on the perfect moonlit night of 13th August, we heard ceildh music from the marquee that had been set up behind the school and apparently the pace of the Dashing Sergeant was something to keep up with. It certainly sounded very energetic.
We had expended our energy in walking round the wildlife trail on the island that afternoon. The paths were boggy with rain and so one had to wade here and there through the marshy land to either side or to hop across using stones. I was glad of my trusty stick again. It’s always wise to prod the ground looking for hidden burrows. We then took tea at the cafe in The Lindisfarne Hotel – lovely fresh sandwiches, gorgeous chips.
Village, Mainland, Cheviots
You can see Bamburgh Castle there on the mainland, Noel walking back from the North end of the Island, and the path from the Gertrude Jeykell walled garden which was just full of sweetpeas, hollyhocks and marigolds and scent.
A panorama 🙂
Proud of this photo
Tides determine everything on the Island. This was a particularly quiet weekend because the tide was in just around lunchtime each day and that meant the Causeway was closed. If you came there in the morning and stayed for lunch, you couldn’t leave agin until after 6pm and so most people didn’t stay long. The perception is that there’s ‘nothing to do’ on the Island. I don’t know exactly what people want – Disney World, perhaps or amusement arcades to gamble in? Rides and excitement? Me, I come here to breathe the air and take the light and listen to the seals calling mournfully from the sandbanks, to look at the grasses and wild flowers and listen to the undertow and breathe a bit more and to appreciate the colour of the stones and the smell of the sheep, a good beer, a decent meal, a comfy bed and a sound sleep and OH! the silence – the silence – the silence. For silence to me is the richest commodity on Earth and you have to listen really hard these days to hear some.
Castle from across the Harbour
There’s a little dark line along the sandbank and I think it might be seals – that’s where they lie.
Lindisfarne Priory from the Heugh
Bamburgh and the Farne Islands
It was to the Longstone Light on the farthest from shore of these that Grace Darling and her father rowed in their famous rescue in rough seas. It is a story that rightfully takes its place among legends – such bravery from so young a girl.
Saint Cuthbert’s Island – not content with the isolation of Lindisfarne, the monk chose a solitary life on this small rock and eventually on the Farnes where he was totally cut off from the mainland. Now I don’t think I’m such an isolationist as that 🙂 After two nights on the Island, we left before the tide came in.