Tag: isolation
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First off, I owe anyone reading this an apology. It’s been a stretch since my last post. Truth is, I’ve been properly unwell. Somewhere between the endless wind and damp stone, I caught something. It knocked me flat. It was a flu or some cousin of it. Fever. Chills. A head that felt packed with…
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It hit me on my third morning here. I had just climbed the stairs to the lantern room. It was the same as always. I needed to check the lens housing and do a quick inspection. Everything was clean, all modern wiring and fittings, humming along exactly as it should. But the moment I opened…
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One of the first things you learn when you take up a post like this is that every item matters. Out here there’s no quick run to the store no calling in a delivery. What you bring is what you’ve got and you learn quickly how much you rely on the little things. When I…
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The thing about fog is that it doesn’t arrive with drama. There’s no warning crack of thunder or gust of wind. It just slips in slow and quiet, swallowing the horizon before you even realize it’s gone. I’d been at the lighthouse less than a week when I met my first real fog. The kind…
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There’s a moment that comes for every keeper. Sometimes it’s on the first day, sometimes it takes a week or two. For me, it happened somewhere in that quiet stretch. This was after I’d settled into the rhythm. The cupboards were sorted, the logbook opened, and the coffee routine found its shape. It wasn’t dramatic.…
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The first night on watch came quicker than I expected. Daylight fades fast out here with nothing but sea in every direction and no city lights to stretch the dusk. As the last of the sun slipped away, I climbed the steps to the lantern room. Coffee was in hand, and nerves were tight in…
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There are storms you remember for a lifetime—the kind that shake the very foundation of the lighthouse and rattle every window with their fury. I have weathered many such tempests, but none quite like the one that came without a trace. It began with the usual signs. The wind picked up in the late afternoon,…
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There are moments in life when you feel a shift coming. It is like the tide changing beneath your feet before the waves even reach the shore. Becoming a lighthouse keeper wasn’t a lifelong dream or a planned career move. It was a calling that grew slowly. It was shaped by years at sea. A…
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Living alone on a remote lighthouse, surrounded by the sea on all sides, means learning to live without the everyday conveniences most take for granted. For years, one of the biggest challenges was staying connected to the outside world. There was no landline no phone signal reliable enough to use and no traditional internet. If…
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Living on a lighthouse perched miles from the mainland isn’t just a lifestyle it’s a logistical puzzle. There’s no corner store no quick grocery run. Every bite of food must be planned months in advance. Every roll of toilet paper needs careful consideration. Every candle for the stormy nights is accounted for well ahead of…