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settled here to become a hermit and devout Christian .
I couldn ’ t help feel a connection to Godric , he was once a traveller , a sailor , a pilgrim who through his wandering had discovered a considerable amount about his world and far more about himself . It seemed to fit with the life of a modern-day motorcycle nomad .
We slipped through the once great halls , the narrow under croft , and the dank cellars , rediscovering what the men of the antiquity were up to as they celebrated the life of a man who lived to almost one hundred years almost a millennium ago . I wondered what he would think of a ‘ great king ’ destroying the ‘ work of god ’.
The ‘ oracle ’ took us to another wall . This was somehow different , older , less grand , and stretched in pieces as far as the eye could see . I thought that he ’ d picked up the local dialect again when speaking of some fellow called Hadrian .
With daybreak the following morning we left the small port at Seahouses and ventured into the waters of the North Sea . Thankfully calm we circumnavigated numerous islands , the Farne ’ s , as seals playfully
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