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 🙂
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.
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.