So being as Ma and I were so far north as to be almost in Scotland, we visited Holy Island. Ma had been before, I hadn’t. I have often heard it described as a ‘thin place’, a place where the the veil between this world and the other is thin. A place where you might feel closer to God. I didn’t. I have a bit of a problem with the concept of thin spaces. The places, I have found God, haven’t ever been the ‘mountains’ or the places set apart. God comes to me when I least expect to feel Him, a hospital room when my grandfather was dying, at a family party, in the city with the noise and the bustle so although I think Holy Island is special, for me it’s special in the way all of Northumberland is special, the sky feels closer and it’s beautiful.

The priory..

the staircase for the teeny, tiny monks, seriously these steps were the night stairs for the monks and they were tiny..

We also went for a walk (an 8km walk)

It was lovely…