To The Holy Land?

Facebook just threw up this memory from three years ago.

I’ve know my Oldest Best Friend since we were four and a half, and I spent every other Saturday from the age of about seven to seventeen on her parents’ farm – or so it seems.

I’d been a support driver on the Northern Cross pilgrimage to the Holy Island ofLindisfarne, almost forty years after walking it myself.

2 May 2017 at 23:34 ·

On Northern Cross I sent my Oldest Best Friend a postcard from Lindisfarne and she sent me this memory:-

Thank you for the post card. I picked it up when we came back from the Farm.

It was a bit scary to find out it was 39 year since your first visit.

It brought back the memory of talking about it with my Mum.

I don't know if you remember the conversation in the kitchen at the Farm.

It went something like this.

B - I'm going to Holy Island at Easter

Mum - Oh that's nice, how are you getting there?

B - We walk there

Mum – It’s a long way

B - We go when the tide is out

It was at that point we found out that Mum thought you said you were going to 

the Holy Land.

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Fester was in the bath when I received the email.

When he got out I asked "Did you hear me laughing?"

"The whole bloody street probably heard you laughing."