Private group - Pilgrim's Route to Holy Island
Tue 28th April 2015
Lindisfarne The Pilgrims Way or A walk across the sands, clarts and water.
The group meet at the car park on the Island. The first problem was that the the mini bus was missing after a couple of phone call we were told the bus was waiting in the coach park. So after a quick walk to the coach park we piled on to the mini bus and we were off back to the mainland
The first part of the Way is some 10 to 15 meters from the road and runs parallel to the road for a while before heading directly to the main part of the Island. We waited for a while as Mike started whittering about the tank blocks! Which allowed several groups of walkers to get a head of us and out the way.
We walked along the road until we reach a bridge that crosses the stream South Low, here Mike pointed out another good reason for following the road the stream being in the region of 3 or 4 feet deep. Having crossed the bridge we left the road and started to follow the poles that mark the route across the sands.
The sand quickly gave way to a very thin layer of mud which was very slippy, it was like walking on an icey pavement. The going under foot now regularly changed for mud to sand to large areas of sand under shallow water. Mike regularly stopped to chunter about some geology or changes in the flora as we slithered along.
By now the sense of isolation is quite strong even though way in the distance cars could be seen using the road to get to the island. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, actually more like a third of the way across we came across the first of two shelters for those caught out by rising tides. I use the word shelter loosely as it is four poles sticking upright with a stout open wooden box like structure on the top with a rough vertical ladder to help you get to the box.
The next issue to impede our progress was an area of mud flats with lots of deep holes filled with black water. The final hazard was just a few hundred meters from reaching dry land this was a fast flowing stream, fortunately it was not too deep and failed to fill any ones wellies.
At last we had made it we had reached Holy Island, to be met by lots of cars and then crowds of people. After such an inspiring and sense of space it was surreal to be hemmed in by some many people. Eventually we arrived back at the cars and changed footwear and then went to a Hotel for a buffy lunch before being taken for a guided tour of the Priory by one of the English Heritage people.