Berwick-on-Tweed, Covid, fritillary, goosander, kestrel, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne Castle, Meadow pipit, Northern Marsh Orchid, pirri-pirri bur, poppy, scaup, small heath butterfly, stoat, swan, viper's bugloss
After a good night’s sleep, I looked out of the window of my Berwick-on-Tweed B’n’B’ bedroom, to see this.
My destination today, Thursday 17th June, was Shipley, in West Yorkshire, where I was to spend two nights with an old school friend (another Hazel) and her husband. My planned stop-off en route was just a few miles away, Holy Island, Lindisfarne. According to published information, the causeway to it would not be safe until 10.40, so I had plenty of time to kill. Having checked out after a good breakfast, I walked over to look at the sea.
Where there were literally hundreds of swans. No one picture could capture them all, and many were sailing (?) round to the other side of the harbour wall. I wondered whether this was in reaction to the tide falling.
I arrived at the Lindisfarne causeway around 10.30, expecting to have to wait, but that was not the case, and it was clear from the numbers in the car park that others knew that the published timings were set to cover only the extremes of safety.
But I stopped in a layby to take photos of the causeway first. I had never driven across a floodable causeway before, and was curious.
Once parked – quite a palaver in order to pay – I followed the crowds into the ‘village’ so that I could pick up the anti-clockwise circular path I intended to take. I’ll admit now that I did not have the plan with me and relied on just a brief look at this board. As a result I walked much further than I intended. But it was a lovely warm day – the only one in the whole of my time away – and a lovely setting, so apart from worries about time, that didn’t matter at all.
At the harbour, the ruined priory was to my right. Time did not allow further investigation.
The castle had been in view for most of the time, and indeed could be seen from all nearly over the island.
Not only did time mean I could not visit this National Trust property, but I should have had to book in advance because of Covid restrictions.
Some way further on, a kestrel was hovering overhead, and I followed its subsequent flight with my camera. I confess to being quite pleased with this picture.
I took a backward look at the castle.
Coming near to the shore, I wondered what these curious bumps were. A zoom on my camera revealed all.
A spent a few minutes in the hide by this lake, but just before I got to it, …
I was thrilled not only to notice, but to get a photo of this stoat, as it stopped its scuttling for a second or two. (It could of course be a weasel; I did not see its definitive characteristic, the colour of the tip of its tail.)
At this point I turned inland, but I went further than I intended, missing somehow where I should have turned south.
I should not have gone into these dunes.
Starting to worry about time, I was feeling rather hot and beginning to feel hungry, and the castle and the priory seemed a long way off, but at least they were landmarks. I was definitely going south now.
I enjoyed, nevertheless, the lovely heathland flowers.
As I eventually emerged onto the road I saw both these lovely poppies and two people. “Is it far to the car park?” I asked, not really sure where I was. “Not very far at all’ they said – and I was very pleased that in fact it was barely 100 yards further on.
I can remember very little of the long drive to West Yorkshire. I just recall that I was very pleased to refresh myself before joining my hosts for an evening meal.
You were right to be pleased with the kestrel picture.
What an adventure you had, I merely followed the tourists to the ruined priory.
If ever I get back there, I shall do the same thing – and book, if necessary, to see the castle.
Impressionnante flottille de cygnes ! Heureusement que le château dominait le paysage, j’aurais aussi été inquiète par rapport à la marée ! Bravo pour le faucon, l’hermine, le thym. Ainsi que les plantes argentées, le pipit. Encore une belle journée !
My timing worries were not to do with the rising tide. The schedule said the causeway would be clear until about 18.30 – by which time I needed to be with my friends in Yorkshire!
Moins stressant alors, mais tout aussi préoccupant !
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You did very well to get so far – quite an adventure and a fine set of photographs to record the day. Well done for managing a picture of the stoat – or weasel!
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Like the rabbit two days earlier, if it hadn’t moved I would not have seen it.
mathieu b said:
A wonderful journey! I will read further 🙂
Salut Mathieu ! Lovely to hear from you.
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