Lost at sea?

Yes we made it to the North, we stayed in a beautiful Victorian home (thanx Beth, Ann and Terry) in Middlesbrough and went to two great Christmas church gatherings while there. On Saturday we decided to go to Berwick-upon-Tweed, one of the three walled cities in England, it is an amazing town near the border of Scotland, in fact it has changed hands about 10 times in its history. Presently it is in England so being good tourists we drove the 4 miles to the border, took some pics and drove to the next exit, so now we can say that we did in fact reach Scotland in our travels. The real fun began as we were going home, I thought that it would be really exciting to drive out to Lindisfarne (Holy Island) and see a castle that is literally on the North Sea. While we were on Holy Island we looked at the castle, walked around an old monastery from the 1100's, went into an extremely old church, and while on the island there were not many other people there. In fact Rebecca stated that it was so nice and peaceful, that is because there was not any other people around. After using using the toilet I read the the tide timetable and realized that we had missed the low tide to cross back to the mainline. As I pondered the events of those hours the classic TV program "Gilligan's Island" came to mind, so please sing along in your head if you know the theme song to the new lyrics of "Robinson's Island", some further explanation will follow:
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
That started from a North England port aboard a tiny car
The mate was a mighty riding gal, the skipper quite unsure
Two other passengers rode along that day
For about a 1 hour tour, about a one hour tour
The weather was anything but rough, the car drove across just fine
Because of the cluelessness of the crew,
The car would be drowned, the car would be drowned
The family set ground on the shore of this ancient northern isle
With Rebecca, Earl too, Cliff and his wife, no movie star, no professor or Mary Ann there on Holy Isle
So this is the tale of the castaways they’re here 5 or more hours
They’ll have to make the best of things, by playing cards and drinking tea
The first mate and the skipper too, will do their very best
To make the others comfortable in the northern island nest
No food, no boats, no one around
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe, as stranded as can be
So join us here on this blog my friends
You’re sure to get a smile
From 4 stranded castaways there on Holy Isle
Ya so we were stuck there for quite some time, we did eventually cross back over to the mainland after enjoying much tea, cards, some very good fish-n-chips, some amazing scenery and a somewhat nervous drive across the causeway that still had a remnant of the tide going back out. We are safe and sound in Oxford again, but the last few days have had some memories, some of which we don't want to replay again, except for in our mind. continue having a Happy Christmas
earl