Cicely and the Moon (and other stories)

I went out again after dinner to enjoy the last of the light. Evenings can be spectacular here, but this one was just gently pearly and calm. I walked round the church to the lane which leads down to the beach - and took the footpath into the field for a better view of St Cuthbert's island, but didn't carry on all the way down (there were dog walkers on the beach, but that's not why, I just didn't). A white froth of sweet cicely in the fields, and now and then a taller plant reaching for the moon:

This morning durham_rambler and I took up his booking to visit the priory, before the causeway opened. We didn't have it to ourselves, quite, but it wasn't crowded, and we drifted around at our leisure, then spent some time sitting on a bench chatting, next to the sculpture of St Cuthbert.

Think of this as the flip side of yesterday's photo, the view back from the priory across the poppies to the castle, past the harbour and the house we rented the first few times we stayed on the island, long ago ...