The old lighthouse had stood on the cliff top overlooking the entrance to the harbour for such a long time.
Not many knew its history. Of the drama in the early days when the lighthouse keeper had gone missing leaving behind his young wife and child.
When they found her, she’d gone mad from the isolation. She was curled up beneath the lantern mumbling about a monster coming out of the sea and taking her husband.
She was mad they said, and left it at that.
But the story always made me look closely at the water.