Melinda shifted slightly on her rock. It wasn’t as comfortable as it had seemed an hour ago when she first sat down, and she was getting cold. The colours in the winter sunrise made it worth it, though. The long fingers of the dawn stretching up over the expanse of the North Sea in front of her were tinting the patchy cloud cover pale pink and yellow, the shades deepening and intensifying as she watched.
She sighed. It had definitely been the right decision to stay on the island when her friend Justine had stormed off. Lindisfarne was so completely different once the last of the day-time visitors left. She could see how the monks had thought it a perfect place to build their monastery. The sea was calm now, the shush-shush-shush of the high tide on the shore soothing her sore nerves and b
