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After the storm
Jun. 17th, 2018 11:09 amI went out after dinner for a breath of air and a quick tour of inspection. We were, as D. had claimed, surrounded by lakes:
At least, the lane that leads away from our door was a sequence of puddles. I hadn't been planning to go that way, but I paused to enjoy the view of Lindisfarne Castle (still wrapped, but open again to visitors) and the more distant Bamburgh, quite clear on the horizon. For once we don't see that view from anywhere in the house, as there are no windows in the end wall. The air was scented with wet blossom: elder and hawthorn and I thought I recognised flowering currant, though I couldn't see that.
And the seals were calling to each other, a constant loud moaning. At first I thought I must be hearing wood pigeons, surely the seals couldn't be so insistently audible, here in the centre of the island? But I followed the sound. ( On the beach )
An evening well spent.
At least, the lane that leads away from our door was a sequence of puddles. I hadn't been planning to go that way, but I paused to enjoy the view of Lindisfarne Castle (still wrapped, but open again to visitors) and the more distant Bamburgh, quite clear on the horizon. For once we don't see that view from anywhere in the house, as there are no windows in the end wall. The air was scented with wet blossom: elder and hawthorn and I thought I recognised flowering currant, though I couldn't see that.
And the seals were calling to each other, a constant loud moaning. At first I thought I must be hearing wood pigeons, surely the seals couldn't be so insistently audible, here in the centre of the island? But I followed the sound. ( On the beach )
An evening well spent.
