Madness…

We left early and took a route that avoided all cities and motorways. It allowed the inevitable squeaks of delight from the driver’s seat to start early as we crossed the Pennines with the peak of Wildboarclough in the distance, heading towards the winter walk and talk weekend.

We made good time and arrived early on Holy Island, out beyond the Isle of Anglesey, and just off the coast of Wales.

It was too early to check in at the hotel, so once we had found it, we headed off to explore.

Turning a corner at the far end of the bay, I hauled the car to a standstill and grabbed the camera.

A heron was fishing the shoreline and, having caught a few pictures before it took flight, we looked up and saw The House.

It stands on its own rocky headland looking back to the snow-capped mountains of the mainland and almost surrounded by the sea.

At first we thought it abandoned… it would certainly be far beyond our means. But… we can all dream…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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With sincere apologies to Madness

Our House…

Saw it standing by the sea
Perfect place for us to be
Abandoned castle in the air
Need to win the lottery
So much archaeology
We need to live there

Our house, in the middle of the bay
Our house, where the herons come to play

Windows shining in the sun
Sea-mist rising in the bay
Warm within when day is done
Small dog chasing gulls for fun
Leaving footprints in the sand
Everything we need to hand

Our house, just a minute from the pub
Our house, for the Don and Little Grub

Something tells us that we’ve got to find a way to it

Wouldn’t be far from our work
We’d have no excuse to shirk
Stones and circles everywhere
We could just explore and write
Watching sea-stars every night

Halcyon days

It would be a dream come true with sacred sites and sea of blue
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And we’d remember how to play simply waste the day away
We could fill the place with books between us
Two dreamers

Our house, there are gulls around the door
Our house, is our castle on the shore
Our house, we could want for nothing more
Our house, where the herons come to play
Our house, in the middle of the bay…

Repeat ad infinitum…

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