Chapter Twenty-One. Max.
“Holy Island or Lindisfarne as it is also known, is only an Island some of the time,” Daddy tells me. He is so clever, my daddy. Always telling me things. I love my mammy, and I love my daddy now.
“Why only some of the time?” That sounds strange, maybe Daddy is wrong.
“Daddy is never wrong Max,” Thrax tells me.
“Because when the tide of the sea is out, the waters push back and create this road we are on now. Then, when it is high tide it covers the road and makes it an island again. Is that cool?” Daddy asks as Mammy turns and smiles at me.
“What happens if the sea comes when we are on the road?” I asked. I am not frightened, because I am a brave boy, but I don’t like it if the water will come soon.
“There is a special timetable, and lights on both of t
