How do you describe a place that seems magical, shrouded in myths and legends, been invaded by vikings and has hundreds of thousands of tourists visiting each year. You don’t, well at least I don’t. Plenty has been written about the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, (hint, follow the links through this post), so I’m just going to show you some photographs and do it my way by saying it with a camera. Well, I might add a few words just to keep it flowing. So let’s get going…..
That’s Holy Island in the distance. To reach it you have to cross the sea, well it is an island, but only when the tide is out. Otherwise you could find yourself in danger
Believe it or not about once a month someone does not look at the tide table….and when they get in trouble that little wooden box is their safe place. Of course their car is a total write-off and the insurers just love the fact that they didn’t look at the tables.
Lindisfarne has a castle
….and a church, actually it’s got more than one
and inside one church is an amazing wood carving
oh, and don’t forget the ruins of the priory, visited by Viking raiding parties
At this time of the year, spring flowers are in abundance, on the meadows, on rocky cliffs
and country lanes
Fog on a hot sunny day, it can’t be, but it is. I told you this place was mystical.
That’s it. I hope you enjoyed the photographs.
I’m back. Just had a great week in the county of Northumberland which borders the England/Scotland border. Now us Scots, being a warlike nation in past times, always had an eye for this part of the country, and so as evidence of its violent history, Northumberland has more castles than any other county in England. At the far north of the county the predominant accent seems to be more Scottish than English. So as you can guess I felt quite at home, especially as the shops sell rare Scottish delicacies like Haggis, Tattie Scones, Scotch Pies, and SnowBalls. Heaven, shear Heaven
However, that aside I was there to try and capture some of the great scenery that can be found in Northumberland. One of the places I really wanted to visit was island of Lindisfarne, which lies just off the coast, near Berwick-upon-Tweed, our base for this trip. The island has a very small population of about 160 persons, but tourism increases the number of people to be found on the island quite dramatically to the tune of roughly 650,000 visitors every year. That’s a lot of tourists
Lindisfarne is very rarely referred to by its Anglo-Saxon name by locals. In 793AD the Vikings carried out a murderous and bloodthirsty attack on the monastery. Later monks from Durham made an observation; “Lindisfarne – baptised in the blood of so many good men – truly a ‘Holy Island”. Nowadays the more appropriate title is ‘The Holy Island of Lindisfarne’.
And so to a photograph.
Linking the island with the mainland is a causeway that is about two miles long. At low tides you can safely cross to Lindisfarne but at high tides the road is under water. Should you happen to misjudge the tide there is a refuge hut you can shelter in. Whilst I was on the island I was talking to a local. he told me that the tide can rise 2 inches (5 centimetres) every 4 minutes and that the tide has been known to reach the top of the stairs, level with the floor of the hut. I haven’t been able to verify this but I’ve no reason to believe he would tell me anything other than the truth but here’s a short video to show you what it’s like. Look at the way that water is moving. If you want to skip the pre-amble then have a look at 2:10 and 2:42. The video was shot from the mainland side, the causeway road runs along the side of the island to the right of the scene until it reaches higher ground.
Over the weekend I will write a post with more photographs from the island.
At the weekend I met up with a gang of photographers and I must admit I got some really interesting sunset photographs from Crosby beach.
Out there on the mud flats on my own wasn’t exactly fun but the colours are very dramatic and worth the wait, even if I was sinking into the mud. But when I got home and started to look at the photographs I started to think maybe it would look more dramatic and give a sense of loneliness if it were in black and white.
What do you think? Colour or Black and White.
I’m taking a break for a few weeks so it’s going to be quiet around here. I’m off to exotic Hong Kong for a mix of pleasure and pleasure, with a fair bit of photography involved.
Night life, that’s for me, these next few weeks.
Trips on the iconic Star Ferries across the harbour
See you all when I get back.