We visited Lindisfarne every summer with my grandparents. We liked the race across the causeway. Granny never studied the tidal times and we were nearly caught out a few times.
My sister was annoying, always wanting this or that. One day we were alone on the beach when she grabbed my drink.
I pushed her back, right into the quicksand.
She panicked and flapped and bellowed and went down fast.
There were warning signs everywhere so I knew but didn’t care, and I told granny it was an accident.
The shifting sands of Lindisfarne covered many secrets.
They still do.