Lighthouse Keeper

The rafters groan as the wind batters the side of the lighthouse. A dense sea fog engulfs the lighthouse, so the lighthouse keeper sounds the foghorn.

The thick haar rolling in from the sea obscures everything from the bedroom window. The lighthouse keeper sketches six otters on a piece of special paper.

The radio crackles. The lighthouse keeper stays inside.

This morning the offshore wind sends the spray from the waves backwards in great arcs. The lighthouse keeper reads a book about mackerel fishing with a whisky.

A pause in the horizontal rain gives way to a large clap of thunder. A thick mist rises up off the sea, so the lighthouse keeper lets out five deep blasts from the foghorn.

The lighthouse seems to shudder with in the ensuing wind. The lighthouse keeper makes sure to "keep a good light".

The rain lashes off the windows. The lighthouse keeper battens down the hatches, it's going to be a windy night.

The lighthouse keeper mends a shelf, it's fine.

The lighthouse keeper scribbles a chapter of his book.

The bellowing wind shakes the windows in the study. The lighthouse keeper stands in the lanternroom.

The lighthouse keeper looks out the window in the living room, the lighthouse seems to shudder with in the ensuing wind.

The wind whips vortexing spirals of mist off the waves tops. The lighthouse keeper practices to play the mandolin, he is improving.

The lighthouse keeper stays inside.

While the wind howls down the chimney, the lighthouse keeper tries to fix a pocket knife, it's okay.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly. Outside, the boat creaks by the pier.

The lighthouse keeper scrambles down to the rocks to look in some rockpools, he gets wet feet. Afterwards, he smokes some cod on his smoker.

The lighthouse keeper takes the boat out to try and see a dolphin, there was no dolphins but he did see a beautiful island. He brings a flask of tea.

A sea breeze comes through an open window in the bedroom, waking the lighthouse keeper. He goes down to the pier to check the mooring, it is worse for wear.

The lighthouse keeper goes upstairs to check the lantern.

The lighthouse keeper is sound asleep.

The lighthouse keeper smokes some cod on his smoker. The gentle waves sparkle firey orange with the low sun.

The light breeze carries a sweet salty smell. The lighthouse keeper untangles the fishing nets.

The lighthouse keeper wakes up in a good mood. He wanders down to the beach to swim in the shallows, the water is cold.

The rough sea can be heard from the study. The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully, dreaming of cod.

The lighthouse lantern pierces through the stormy night sky. The lighthouse keeper adds driftwood to the fire. The fire casts dancing shadows on the walls.

The rivers of rainwater run down the steps to the pier. The lighthouse keeper fixes a bag.

The swell hammers off the rocks, splashing up the side of the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper adds a mast to his model boat.

The lighthouse keeper is woken up by lashing rain outside. He makes a hot chocolate and sits in his chair to drink it. Outside, the seagulls are unlikely to leave the cliffs in this weather.

Sat in his chair by the fire, the lighthouse keeper sketches a seagull on a sketchbook page. Outside, the rafters groan as the wind batters the side of the lighthouse.

Lightning strikes the waves. The lighthouse keeper heads up the spiral staircase to the lanternroom to check the lantern.

The rain is lashing. The lighthouse keeper puts some driftwood on the fire, that he collected from the beach.

As the thick haar rolling in from the sea obscures everything from the hallway window, the lighthouse keeper stays inside.

This morning the swell hammers off the rocks, splashing up the side of the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper makes a coffee and sits in his chair to drink it.

The lighthouse keeper tunes into the shipping forecast: "Wind north 6 or 7 becoming north west 10 or 11, Sea state rough becoming very rough".

Sat in his chair by the fire, the lighthouse keeper squeezes his model boat into an empty whisky bottle. Outside, the lighthouse seems to shudder with in the ensuing wind.

The rivers of rainwater run down the steps to the pier. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a cold and wet night.

The lighthouse keeper tries to mend a shelf, but it is beyond repair.

This morning the dark breaking waves boom ominously onto the rocks. The lighthouse keeper makes a hot chocolate and sits in his chair to drink it.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly, dreaming of pollock. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, rattling as it turns.

The lighthouse keeper is sound asleep.

The lighthouse keeper goes down to the pier to read a book of poems. Afterwards, he sits on the bench outside and wonders about otters.

The air is warm. The lighthouse keeper cleans the seaweed scattered around the lighthouse after the storm.

A gannet outside the window wakes the lighthouse keeper. He stays inside.

Driving rain batters the windows and howling wind rattles the chains on the pier. The lighthouse keeper has a broken sleep.

The lighthouse keeper counts the time between the lighting and thunder: nine seconds.

The wind whips vortexing spirals of mist off the waves tops. The lighthouse keeper puts on his jacket and heads to the pier to make sure nothing will get blown away.

The leaky kitchen tap drips. The lighthouse keeper is learning to play the mandolin, he is improving.

The lighthouse keeper is woken up by persistent rain outside. He stays inside. Outside, the rain hasn't let up for hours.

Lightning strikes the sea under the horizon. The lighthouse keeper heads up the spiral staircase to the lanternroom to check the lantern.