Lindisfarne Castle

Amidst historic Holy Island just off the North Eastern shore there high upon a Whinstone hill is a scenic sight that I adore . Many a missionary man, from the victorious Vikings on their raids to saintly monks wearing habits challenged their crusades . Betwixt and between this beautiful Lindisfarne castle safeguard and stronghold shielded from harm’s hassle. So as I stroll the sandy pathway this fantastic fortress beckons me beyond the upturned wooden boats bows and hulls lying on the quay 

Oh how I love this tidal Island with it’s causway crossing slots, it tops the rest from my rambling routes with it’s pretty panoramic shots . Ambling along Seagulls squawk and screech, collections of celtic cobbled stones are piled up on the beach . Who is the willow weaver ? she has left her woves of pleasure, handicrafted Oyster catchers for Islander’s to treasure . Jingling, jangling little brass bells ontop of boats masts delighting passerby’s and seafarer enthusiasts

Cobles and small boats of various shapes and sizes are moored along the shoreline fairweathered tourist’s toys to fish the salty brine . I pause to note the names each with a feminine touch, ‘Island Witch’ ‘Seafarer Shiela’ and Daisy’s Double Dutch’ I appreciate boat names as I am a Fisherman’s daughter, back in my childhood days when I lived by the salty water . Invigorated from the sea breeze on my wonderful Island stroll, spirituality and purity has embraced my heart and soul