Last Sunday found us fighting the wind to cross the water to get to church. Patrice and Lisa were finishing a three-week, three country, tour and we were happy to have a chance to share our part of the world with them before they went home. When I knew they were arriving on a Saturday, I insisted we plan a trip to St Michael’s Mount for Sunday services. I been a few times on Sunday morning and I’m always aware of its age and how people have worshiped there for over 700 years.
We spent a few minutes watching as the windsurfers left the beach and we had to run to catch the boat that would carry us to the island.
Speaking of running … here comes Patrice with Lisa right behind her snapping photos.
The boat filled before we got there so we had to wait for the next. I was worried we would be late for the service because having climbed the steps before, I knew that it might be slow going for Patrice who had knee surgery a few months ago. I used Lisa’s camera to get a windblown shot on the boat. It only takes a few minutes to get across, but it was long enough for the sky to clear.
We still had a long way to go once we got off the boat.
I was a bit pushy, nicely so, but still pushy. I found out later that Patrice told Lisa that she and I had run a marathon together and she’d had to listen me being encouragingly pushy most of the way.
Almost there …
We made it with a few minutes to spare. Lisa snapped a quick photo before the service began.
It was Harvest Sunday and the chapel was decorated with things from the garden.
There was a special card with a prayer not in the book. I thought it was interesting that it was Prayer E as E is what Patrice calls me and I recently wrote about my struggles with prayer in this post.
I took this picture of Patrice while Lisa, who you see behind her was taking the photo below.
I came out first and the wind attacked me making it seem as it I’d had a hair-raising experience in church. Even the Vicar turned to look from the doorway.
You can see part of the church behind Lisa as she’s walking towards us. It’s the building over her left shoulder not the one to the right. The one on the right was the Lady Chapel before it was converted to a sitting room.
Lisa snapped this photo of me with John. It was pretty chilly that day, but not as cold as we look.
You can see the tide going out in this photo and people beginning to walk across the causeway instead of talking the boat.
Here it’s fully revealed and Patrice and Lisa are right behind me. John went on ahead to get the car.
There they are!
I think I was saying, ” Hurry, we’ve got a lot to see today!”
I thought this was a blot on my image until I enlarged it and saw it was a bird. It may be time to get reading glasses soon.
The last photograph below shows the wind blowing sand across us. I turned my back to snap this and curled around my camera to protect it from the sand. It was pretty to see it skipping along the shore looking almost like smoke.
I’ve got more from our travels coming up. We took loads of pictures and while I won’t share them all, I think you might be interested in a few more.