Captured by Holy Island

I cannot begin to describe how deep my connection with this place is. Out there on Hobthrush Island - Cuthbert's tidal retreat - I felt as old as the earth and the sea - ebbing and flowing, rising and falling and rising again. As we prayed at the Eucharist that morning - our faith is in Jesus crucified, Jesus ascended and Jesus glorified.

I had been reluctant to tour the Priory Ruins but I am glad I did since the 11th century abbey was built over the place where Cuthbert was originally buried.

I was even more reluctant to leave the Island this morning and I have promised I will be back for longer next time.