A quiet day
on watch yesterday, unlike the last watch where Tony and I were
introduced to an unexploded bomb. But that does not mean that
there is nothing to report.
Often fishermen cross over and fish over the tide especially when
the causeway opens twice in convenient daylight but on this day
a photographer had called in to say that he wanted to ‘click
over the tide,’ as it were. He was working on a project
where he wanted to take images of varying levels of tide. He had
thought sensibly about the situation and was kitted out with proper
walking boots, two litres of water and a wide brimmed hat to ward
off the sun.
The causeway was due to close at 11.10 and there had been many
people who had made the crossing and as watchkeepers we are never
so happy as when we know that all the pilgrims have made the crossing
twice. That is, that all have safely returned. The work really
starts about 45 minutes before the close and we look out for those
who are perhaps cutting it a bit fine. Half an hour before the
close there was quite a large group returning and were between
Devils Bridge and Low Neck. Low Neck is a bit tricky as it is
bare rock and consist of thin, vertical strips, once over that
the path is straightforward all the way to the causeway. Making
up the rear of this group was a young lady and a child and I watched
to make sure that they safely crossed the Neck. These last few
would now be hidden from view for a while but within a few minutes
they were in sight again and making for the causeway, they would
just about make it.
But the mother and child were nowhere to be seen, closing time
was getting dangerously near and the rocks of the causeway are
not ones you can easily run over. I watched and watched, no sign
but as no-one was in sight the siren would have had no effect
other than to draw onlookers to block our view. Eventually they
appeared but now there were three, a man was with them and was
carrying the child on his shoulders. Initially the tide floods
the causeway in a narrow band which then spreads as the flooding
progresses but it was with great relief that we saw the man and
child crossing onto our side. He went back to fetch the lady.
And then he went back onto the island. We were intrigued.
I watched the mother and child until they reached the grass at
the bottom of the path, they sat down, clearly glad of the rest.
After a short while they made it up to the top of the path and
I went over to have a word with her.
“Welcome to dry land,” I said “we were a bit
worried about you.”
She was French and the little girl had sore feet. They wanted
to know how to get to Rhosilli Beach so I gave them directions,
but before they went I asked about the Good Samaritan.
“Oh, he was a young man who was staying over to take some
pictures, he was really very kind.” She said.
What a lovely gesture from a responsible young man, I thought.
Doesn’t it make you feel good to know that chivalry is far
If anyone reading this knows of his identity, please let us know.