Brain waves: Ann Limb in the deep end
‘I genuinely believed that the waters had transformed me.’
I visit the Northumbrian island of Lindisfarne, also known as Holy Island, regularly. It’s a special place. The wind is more or less a meteorological constant, whether it blows in from the chilly North Sea or finds landfall from the west, still bearing moisture from the Atlantic. It’s rare for this island to bask in becalmed luminosity or sustained stillness.
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