When my sister, her husband and I came to Holy Island, it said, that we have almost one hour one this beautiful place, which turn into a island for few hours, when its high tide. We just made it on the mainland, when the water came. Behind me, the water that filled the landscape like a bathtub. There are always people who persevere at high tide on the small bridge between islands and the mainland, because they think that the water does not reach them. So on this day. A lucky they were able to escape through the already knee-high water back to the island. Analoge black and white photography.