Following 9th century monks as they flee from invading vikings with the body of St Cuthbert and the Lindisfarne Gospels – and undertake a momentous journey that helps shape England
Of all objects which I have ever seen, there is none which affects my imagination so much as the sea, or ocean. I cannot see the heavings of this prodigious bulk of waters, even in a calm, without a very pleasing astonishment; but when it is worked up in a tempest, so that the horizon on every side is nothing but foaming billows and floating mountains, it is impossible to describe the agreeable horror that rises from such a prospect.
Joseph Addison, 1712
I agree Richard, the poems on the sea in your last two blogs are just wonderful and evocative-both the calming lull of still waters and the roaring sound and spectacle of a stormy high tide.. looking forward to hearing and seeing more of your amazing journey with Paul and sharing with staff and students too. Warmest greetings, Maggie