So we gather in the carpark before crossing the causeway, Maureen & Jim are there waiting to greet us ! The sky is stunningly beautiful, the cloud formations are odd & rare, but I guess those skys are common place here. Its a spacial place, a holy Island, a place of Pilgrimage. relies or not people walk looking , in search of themselves. We're all excited, nervous, can't stop talking. Its great fun & there's a real buzz in the air, of which there is a lot of .... The wind is howling through us & we're clad in thermals, hats, gloves & boots, although we'll be crossing without them actually on ! Barefoot is a must this time. I won't be doing this again of that I'm certain.
You definitely get a sense of the hundreds perhaps thousands of people that have crossed here as you gaze across the waters awaiting their retreat so you may pass. Natures clock. The sea. The tides. They're very precise & they wait for no human. We are warned with a story from Jim that a family with a baby & a dog had to have a rescue helicopter the other week as they misjudged the tides. We are way ahead of time as we gather we await the clear path as we're a little keen.
I'm with Aunty Angie, Sophie is a new comer, Anna Greenwood we've met once before, Jim & Maureen whom have hosted us & we adore. We make our way to the shore. Rather odd starting off where we left off. all the memories flood in as we arrive in the same spot to leave from. Us sipping Balvenie Carabian Cask whiskey as we arrived previously with 500 miles walked. For ( Beau Pere ) it was the 1st sip of alcohol for 45 years !
Something happens to you out here. Its as though you can hear the truth in what the wind whispers to you.
It fundamentally changes you some how. Its difficult to know exactly what it is, but those that walk out with your from here are bonded for life in this moment of sharing in a sacred act, repeated for centuries by humans in search of the unknowable essence of life.