In the morning we had driven to Berwick-on-Tweed to visit
our friend, Chris. We were delighted that Chris was looking so well after his
long months of struggling with illness (Please send healing thoughts his way as
he continues his journey towards recovery).
Chris felt strong enough to join us for the afternoon on
Lindisfarne. Little did he know that our visit was going to become an
eight-mile hike! We arrived at the island at the end of the safe crossing time.
This is the time we love the most, when the tide cuts the island off from the
mainland for a few hours.
Lindisfarne is a special place. It lies off the North-East
coast of England reached by a tidal causeway. It was St. Aidan who arrived at
the island in the seventh century. He came from the monastery on Iona, Scotland.
He is accredited with bringing Christianity to England. There is a feeling of
peace on the island. It is what the Celts used to call a place where “the air
is thin.” There is closeness between the natural and the spiritual. The peace
is tangible. It is in the air.
We walked around the perimetre of the island. As always,
when one moves a little way from the centre of a popular tourist spot the
countryside becomes deserted.
We have spent weeks, days and hours on the island years ago.
Nevertheless I was amazed at how familiar it all was as we walked around the
almost deserted shore. We remembered the
various bays, the quarry and the paths as if we had walked them yesterday. For
Andy and I it was a journey which kindled many memories. As we walked our
conversation was often punctuated with “do you remember when …”.
We walked across the sand dunes covered with gorse and wild
flowers. We introduced Chris to the wilder side of the island. As we walked we dropped
into the different bays. Firstly, we visited the long expanse of golden sand
with sound of sea gently lapping at the water’s edge. Then the rockier bays
with the cliffs full of nesting birds. After which we came to the bay where
there are great slabs of rock. This was where we sat a while and ate our
sandwiches. It was a magical place as we watched, with great delight, the seals
swimming in the bay. At one point we counted about fifty of them.
Sadly, we couldn’t linger there all day but moved on to see
more bays. We were beyond sandy beaches now and the coastline was all pebble.
We walked along coming nearer and nearer to the castle. The castle was built
around 1550, although it underwent much renovation in the early twentieth
century. We couldn’t resist a peep into the nearby lime kilns where our
children, and, subsequently, our grandchildren played.
As we walked from the castle, views of the priory were in front of us and to our left the harbor. The sun was starting to set and the whole harbor was clothed in golden light.
As we walked from the castle, views of the priory were in front of us and to our left the harbor. The sun was starting to set and the whole harbor was clothed in golden light.
A stroll through the village, including a wee taste of
Lindisfarne mead, completed our circle. The tide was receding, we returned to
the car park, happy that we had been blessed with such wonderful day.