Ruined remnants sleep
Inviting understanding
Memories revived
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
What an awesome photo
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Taken on Holy Island at the ruins of the Abbey.
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Wow!
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visiting such places does make the mind wander back to try and imagine what life must have been like back in those days…
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Yes, you can feel the past sometimes quite clearly in these places…
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Very engaging poem. It does have an innate, stirring feeling about a connection to the past.
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The island where this was taken has that feel too.
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The ruins you took pictures of do seem to have a bit of that haunted by eons of memory feel, yes.
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They are… and we were eventually to come unexpectedly face to face with those who had made those age-old memories. https://thesilenteye.co.uk/2018/10/07/north-easterly-vii-a-final-grace/
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Oh wow! Thanks for the link to the other post. Very cool!
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Yes, it was…very cool 🙂
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