Sitting in the lantern room of the lighthouse at Belle Tout is like being in a space capsule, suspended in the cosmos. The full velvet blackness of the night wraps itself around the room and there are stars at every turn.They are in the sky and in the sea, but it is hard to see where one ends and the other begins in this unsettling darkness. It is also hard to tell which of the tiny bright bursts in the glass are the stars and which come from distant homes or the pub suspended in the dark. Ground control is silent, but over in the west there are rumours of the dawn.
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