The Holy Island invites you to visit, just watch the clock – and the tide!
Sorry! Sorry we attacked you… I am reading a letter from the Nidaros Cathedral in Trondheim, Norway. Maybe the letter does not apologize , but is written with a sense of humility, as it says, and that’s what I think when I read it. It came with a replica of a head sculpture of St. Olav and was given to the church at Lindisfarne where we are now. Commemorating the Vikings visit here in 793 when the site’s monastery was attacked and the Viking age began.
We step out of the church and walk up the hill just outside, finding the stairs up to the tower, which is part of the two buildings on the island that makes Window on Wild Lindisfarne. We see far in every direction.
While Joe is still up there in the tower, I head back out into the sea air again. Imagine Viking boats gliding silently up the bay just below. A perfect place to moor, it must have been quite a sight.
Lindisfarne Castle, which is perched on the cliffs, was built in approx. in 1550. The Vikings never saw this castle, but the ruins of the monastery, right next to me, was where it all happened.
We put Viking history behind us. For there are quite a few people living out here too. On the way here we were reminded several times to double check the tide. There were time tables indicating when you had to leave the island to get back to main land in time. We looked at the clock. We had a couple of hours yet.
In the other building belonging to Window on Wild Lindisfarne we are greeted by a sentence that moves me, and explains why people live out here by the sea.
We understand. It would be great to stay for a little while. Leave the Land Rover, walk into a pub and hear all the stories from those who belong out here. Stroll along the dunes, sniff the sea air and study the beautiful flowers growing here on the sand mound that is called Holy Island.
We have twenty minutes left when we wander back to the car. Hear grunting from the seal colony that is located on one of the sand banks. Seagulls and the sound of the wind. Ten minutes. Visiting hours are soon over.