We left early and took a route that avoided all cities and motorways. It allowed the inevitable squeaks of delight from the driver’s seat to start early as we crossed the Pennines with the peak of Wildboarclough in the distance, heading towards the Silent Eye’s winter walk and talk weekend.

The official story of the weekend will, as always, be posted on the Silent Eye‘s website with extracts reblogged here. Steve and Stuart have already begun to post their interpretation of the weekend’s events but this part was purely personal, although the music of Madness was to punctuate the days at what seemed…to two of us at least… appropriate moments.p1370894

We made good time and arrived early on Holy Island, out beyond the Isle of Anglesey, and just off the coast of Wales. It was too early to check in at the hotel, so once we had found it, we headed off to explore.

Turning a corner at the far end of the bay, I hauled the car to a standstill and grabbed the camera. A heron was fishing the shoreline and, having caught a few pictures before it took flight, we looked up and saw The House.

It stands on its own rocky headland looking back to the snow-capped mountains of the mainland and almost surrounded by the sea. At first we thought it abandoned… it would certainly be far beyond our means. But… anyone can dream…

anglesey-bryn-holy-island-wales-007collageWith sincere apologies to Madness

Our House…

Saw it standing by the sea
Perfect place for us to be
Abandoned castle in the air
Need to win the lottery
So much archaeology
We need to live there

Our house, in the middle of the bay
Our house, where the herons come to play

Windows shining in the sun
Sea-mist rising in the bay
Warm within when day is done
Small dog chasing gulls for fun
Leaving footprints in the sand
Everything we need to hand

Our house, just a minute from the pub
Our house, for the Don and Little Grub

Something tells us that we’ve got to find a way to it


Wouldn’t be far from our work
We’d have no excuse to shirk
Stones and circles everywhere
We could just explore and write
Watching sea-stars every night
Halcyon days

It would be a dream come true with sacred sites and sea of blue
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And we’d remember how to play simply waste the day away
We could fill the place with books between us
Two dreamers

Our house, there are gulls around the door
Our house, is our castle on the shore
Our house, we could want for nothing more
Our house, where the herons come to play
Our house, in the middle of the bay



Just in case anyone doesn’t know the tune… 🙂

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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23 Responses to Madness…

  1. Jennie says:

    Wonderful post and photos!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. TanGental says:

    And next ‘Ani’s driving in my car, With her paws she won’t get far…’

    Liked by 1 person

  3. noelleg44 says:

    Loved this – how often I’ve seen “the house’ in different parts of the US and wondered what it would be like to live there – all by the sea of course.


  4. Helen Jones says:

    I love ‘the house’! What a marvellous setting, so close to the sea. Fingers crossed for the lottery, Sue 🙂


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