(View of Bressay lighthouse through the crooked stone window of an abandoned croft house)
Staying in a lighthouse has always been a bit of a dream for me, so when I found out about a book making workshop taking place in a lighthouse on the remote Scottish island of Bressay, I knew I had to go.
It is so exposed to the elements that there wasn’t a tree to be seen. There were just seven of us, with the sound of the sea, and sheep for company.
These lovely seals flopped on the rocks and kept a curious eye on me as I scrambled over the rocks looking for pebbles
Each morning I took a walk through the fields, along the shoreline and past abandoned crofts, hiding tales of lives lived long ago.
… and past cosy-looking crofts still home to islanders, who wake up each day to such a beautiful view.
It was a little wild, and quite eerie with the light swooping over the cliffs at night, but I loved it.
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