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.
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’tContinue reading “The Light Keeper”
The year has just begun. Now I have come to Belle Tout lighthouse on the south coast of England, in the South Downs National Park, on the edge of a four hundred foot drop down a sheer white chalk cliff face, to make a start.