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Day 23: Beal to Lindisfarne


Barefoot, like thousands before us.

A symphony of seal song over the sands.

After church, then, a priestly blessing, of both homecoming and sending out.

A day marooned, a lazy, easy day, until tide falls again and we walk off, again barefoot, towards tomorrow's homeward journey.

Where next? What next?

I'm listening, looking. Ready.


6 miles


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