“You’ve got all the school groups coming through today,” Shirley, who used to work at the lighthouse, once told me as a group of hunched, listless looking teenagers snaked slowly uphill. They did not realise they were being watched. “They just wander in, if the gate is open. You go down and say, ‘Can IContinueContinue reading “The Reluctant Walkers”
Author Archives: Cole Moreton
The White Arse
The wheatear comes here at this time of year. It’s a small bird with a white rump, which is where its name comes from. The original English name was White Arse, but the Victorians thought that was a bit rude. Here is the story of how a White Arse pie saved lives. The birds comeContinueContinue reading “The White Arse”
The Stars
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 endsContinueContinue reading “The Stars”
The Sunset
There is a soft pink light on the hills, as the sun goes behind the clouds half an hour early. From up here in the lantern room of Belle Tout lighthouse you can watch the walkers without being seen. The moon is rising, huge on the hill. It is almost full, a face blurred by a veil ofContinueContinue reading “The Sunset”
The Light Keeper
Sarah stands on the brink, arms open wide as if to let the wind carry her away. She’s come to the high cliffs to be alone, to face the truth about her life, to work out what to do. Her lover is searching, desperate to find her before it is too late. But Sarah doesn’tContinueContinue reading “The Light Keeper”
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