On a cold December day, before dawn, I headed for Holy Island with a buzz of excitement. Crossing and weather forecast were good. It was the first time in 10 years of pilgrimmage I would be cut off by the tide. I reassured my growing anxiety that the tide had come in out of Holy Island for millions of years and it would not stop today! Snow, ice and salt lay across the causeway making driving eventful. A shot of dawn over Bamburgh was the first scene. My love affair with the Island was rekindled.