In the morning we set off to Holy Island on the East coast. The Schofields had brought Harry Potter 3 on CD so Chesca, Steffi, Marianne, mum and I listened to it on the way there - we were officialy the HP car of the holidays. However, as the tide was high, the crossing to Holy Island was sumberged so we had to waste some time and return around 6pm. So, we ate lunch at a nearby town and then wandered around the harbour taking pictures of the boats, families fishing and two seals which occasionaly poked their heads out of the water. As we did this we ate Italian ice creams from the restaurant (I decided to be adventurous and tried dark chocolate and chilli!). We then walked back along the beach to the car and drove along the long strip of land to Holy Island.
It was the late evening so the streets were deserted! We walked around the town,up to the castle, in the walled garden (which had some beautiful bright blue conrflowers) and back to the village to look at the Church. While mum, dad and Michael S looked inside the Chuch Cathy, Chesca, Marianne, Steffi and I went back to the car park as we wanted to catch the sunset across the flat crossing to the island. We stood and watched from the top of the field opposite as the sun sank in an array of bright gold and orange colours. Cathy then taught Marianne and me to drive their car. We took turns and by the time mum and dad were back I could circle to car park and change from 1st to 2nd gear - score! It felt BRILLIANT to drive, slightly addictive in fact but it was the best feeling in the world.
Later, we drove down to the mud flats and took more pictures as the last rays of sunlight spread across the crossing. If theres one thing I've learn this holiday it is that the border country has stunning sunsets!
