Longstone - Original Writing
The wind howled and huge waves struck the break water at Seahouses
harbour. The small fisherman’s cottages that made up most of the
coastal village shook with each onslaught from the vicious storm. Most
of the men of the village had gone for the safety of their local pub,
Ye Olde Ship, to wait out the storm.
However, no one touched their drink now, as the patrons of Ye Olde
Ship were staring out of the harbour side window and over the stormy
sea. There loomed the Farne Island. Normally a place of ill-repute,
avoided by local fishermen and regarded with fear, today it looked
doubly threatening. Ten foot waves pounded the cliff face of the north
side and lightening flashed above. The rocks clawed at the sky, hungry
for the blood of sailors. Many lives had been lost around the Farne
Island, there were countless submerged rocks and dangerous currents
waiting to catch the unwary and carry them to a watery grave.
But that was not what was commanding the attention of the men in the
tavern. No it was Longstone lighthouse sitting upon the Farne Island
that was so captivating. Tall and imposing it was a lifeline to those
daring and foolhardy enough to try and navigate the dangerous waters
surrounding the Island. The light was preserved by the three
lighthouse keepers who lived on the island; they performed any
necessary repairs and generally maintained the light. However
Longstone was not performing its duty. It was pointed directly at
Seahouses and flashing out a message in the code used by the
lighthouse keepers: Help us! Then quite suddenly the light died.
George Shiel was not a happy man, being dragge...
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...st be lit or we’ll be drowning the next ship that
comes this way!”
“Fine, just telling yer lad, if you want to go there’s nothing
stopping wer!”
They stumbled up the over-grown path leading to the lighthouse. To the
south George could just make out the silhouette of the small chapel
where Saint Cuthbert spent the last of his days as a hermit and before
them, perched on top of the north cliff, lay the lighthouse itself.
The whiteness of the lighthouse struck the eye, as it was in stark
contrast to the darkness of the cloud surrounding it. It consisted of
a ground level square building which was where the keepers ate and
slept and there was the tower, rising out of the middle of it, tall
and imposing, almost in salute to the very skies above it. Even in
this poor light, George could see the outer door was ajar.
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