Lindisfarne Priory and Castle
In a lighter vein, here's a couple of verses (doggerel really) for the grandchildren’s postcards, hopefully to give them a sense of where we are staying. It’s a bit more fun for them - and us than a weather and accommodation report! Why not try it as an idea if you’re away and have children who would like to hear from you? Maybe better than an eMail too!
Lindisfarne/ Holy Island - postcard rhyme 1
When is this island not an island?
Whenever the tide is low,
For then the causeway’s dry enough
For cars to come and go.
But when the tide’s high
The road disappears
Beneath two metres of sea:
Then only the birds and the seals can cross
To this lovely small isle
where the wind ever blows
Wonderfully fresh and free.
Lindisfarne/ Holy Island - postcard rhyme 2
Twice a day we see the seals
from off the western shore.
They lay on sandbanks in the sun (hopefully!)
two hundred, sometimes more.
Then with their meeting place submerged
they vanish in the main:
so then we know the island soon
will be cut off again.
‘I imagine the God who Created the Cosmos’ can be accessed HERE
Lindisfarne/ Holy Island - postcard rhyme 2
Twice a day we see the seals
from off the western shore.
They lay on sandbanks in the sun (hopefully!)
two hundred, sometimes more.
Then with their meeting place submerged
they vanish in the main:
so then we know the island soon
will be cut off again.
‘I imagine the God who Created the Cosmos’ can be accessed HERE
