Twice a day Holy Island is cut off from the mainland by rising sea water and becomes an island in truth. This creates a second tidal effect on Lindisfarne amongst the tourists. Just before the causeway is cut off there is generally a mass exodus of visitors which often leaves just the residents and the photographers behind.
This day was no different. As I waited for the joint gravity of Sun and Moon to do itís work I poked my nose around the upturned boats used as sheds in the harbour area and looked for the best angles for shooting. Quite a few of these ďboat shedsĒ have great promise but are surrounded by clutter that does them no justice as photographic subjects. Others are just too tidy. Sometimes you just canít win.
As the castle area quietened down it was clear that another couple of photographers were hanging about too. One was humping a heavy looking bag and tripod up and down the foreshore and the other had set himself up on Cockle Stone facing the castle and looked set to stay.
As I approached the latter. A black and white dog that had been sleeping near the bench came to check me out. It very soon became apparent that the hound and the photographer were a team the photographic half of which turned out to be a talented new photographer called Mike McFarlane who was shooting the castle for a commission. Itís worth checking out his fantastic web site as there are some lovely shots of the area to be seen there.
I checked where I could work without getting in the way and started looking for a good viewpoint. Unfortunately there is a new fence which seems to dominate the views from this side and it looked like Mike had the best alternative spot.
I was intending to stay overnight on the island and it turned out that Mike was leaving when the tide turned so I decided to go for a morning shot of the castle instead and keep my eye on the evening light for that shot I had seen of the posts. Luck favoured my choice that day because the light on the castle dissolved disappointingly as evening approached but to the West the sky was turning peachy pink and the Suns power faded behind the thin cloud.
I told Mike I was going for another shot and as he was packing to go he decided to come with me.