Holy Island is a tidal island, accessible by road when the tide is out, but completely cut off from the mainland when the tide is in. Day trippers have about eight hours to get there and back without getting stranded, a window that shifts each day...
I am in London, all of a sudden.
I am staying in a hotel that looks like a giant stack of oreos across the Thames from Big Ben/Westminster. I have never been in a hotel this fancy and predictably, I don’t look anything like I’m supposed to be here. The woman who checked me in made extra double sure I meant to book a “superior” room. I said I didn’t know what I booked because the company I was visiting took care of it. Then she looked even more confused because I was dressed like a ruffian fifteen-year-old (airplane attire) and claiming to be on a business trip.