St Kilda Oh my dearest St Kilda I don’t know why but You draw me You lure me To visit your shores To sit in your stillness As those gone before And breathe in your beauty And link into the life That not long ago thrived
But to reach you I have To endure many hours Of pounding the Mighty Atlantic waves A feat that I cannot Just quite yet endure But one day Yes one day I’ll journey to you Of that I am sure!
St Kilda
Boreray and Stacs in choppy Atlantic Ocean (Photograph by Rohan Holt)
No, I’m not giving you the ‘finger’ and rotated they remind me of something from a horror movie.
These are two of the remaining crypt pillars, along with rubble cores are all that is left of the Shrine of St Edmund.
Once a great Abbey of St Edmund of Bury is now just an impressive ruin.
A plaque commemorating the spot where, in 1214, Cardinal Langton and the barons of England swore to compel King John to sign the document now known as the Magna Carta.