This summer we did a couple of lighthouses on Rathlin - two out of the three that are on the island. We didn't go to the East Lighthouse - the haunted one, our host Hilary informed us. She's experienced a few episodes there herself to go along with the many other stories she'd heard. And that's in addition to the Púca spirit that is said to inhabit The Manor House.
We did go to the West Lighthouse, where the bird sanctuary is. Last year the centre was closed for renovation but this year the new place was open. And, like with so many things these days, there was a charge. Not an exorbitant charge I have to admit, but still, there was something nice about being able to get to see round the place in the good old days - 2 years ago - without having to put your hand in your pocket, as Jim Grey knows only too well. The Brother still can't believe how many things around The Liberties are free to enjoy - compared to the States, that is, where he resides - but the times they are a-changing and it's coming, like a hard rain. OK, enough Bob Dylan I hear you say. I like old Bob - even saw him once live in Belfast, a double act with some local dude called Van Morrison. What a great concert that should have been, eh? Unfortunately it was an open-air affair and not, in my opinion, best suited to either of these great artists. No - it would have to be a smoke-filled speakeasy to get the best out of those critters.
OK, so who knows what this thing does?
I took a snap of the workings of the thing, but it didn't come out very well - reflections and under-exposure and the usual sort of thing you get around here:
So, a snap of the outside, Missy included, getting the head blown off her. It was unbelievably windy - really, I mean, hard-to-stand-up windy.