One of the castles we visited was on Holy Island in Northumberland. We had to drive over a causeway to get to the island.
There were warnings for naive tourists...
...and shelters for the heedless ones! The tide comes up quite the height.
Lindisfarne Castle in the distance.
A bench to rest on the way.
A piece of sheep's wool caught in the fence. There was a small flock that wandered over the castle grounds.
An expired crab we found on the beach. Unfortunately, my camera lenses didn't have enough zoom, but there were some seals on rocks in the bay. We could hear them barking to each other. :)
On the path, winding up the hill to the castle, you could look down to the beach.
Some sort of lovely flower.
Looking up at the Lindisfarne Castle. We decided to save our money for the next castle on our list, so we didn't go inside, but rather toured the grounds.
Flowers growing just off the path...
...beside an old fence going down to the beach.
Zooming into the foliage
An icicle in need of sustenance; the monastery and village are in the background.
All is well with the world once again. Jenn chose a raspberry swirl ice cream on a dare, while I opted for a hot bacon sandwich. For those of you, who don't quite understand the definition of English bacon, it's very much like Canadian peameal bacon, or thick American slices of ham. Glorious to the palette and comforting to the tummy!
We followed this lovely path and discovered a cozy little cafe for the tea and coffee drinkers in our ensemble.
Some of us almost had to leave... :p 
