|View single post by Boz2|
|Posted: Sun Aug 27th, 2006 08:35 am||
|This is really evocative of the sea and the loneliness of islands.
I've visited Lundy and Lindesfarne [the setting for Roman Polanki's Cul de Sac.]
Small islands have a mystical quality no man made rituals can come close to matching.
The way the sea surges all round, changing colour hour by hour and the strange sounds it makes.
I've re read it several times and it's still resonating in my head.
And let's hear it for the Pagans.
PS Invite the priest back and have a party on the beach.
This way for the Wickerman, Father!