A story in pictures.
In the distance, Inner and Outer Farne Isles
A rather small fishing boat and a rather long queue of people waiting to get on.
Fat seals sunning themselves on isolated rocky outcrops far out to sea.
Lazily we are stared at by glossy-coated labrador-eyed seals.
Longstone Lighthouse, perched on the edge of a small rocky island that almost completely disappears under the sea twice daily.
A dark stone built sea wall - even this sometimes failed to keep out the angry sea as waves lashed and washed through the lower level of the lighthouse, forcing it's keepers to retreat to the upper floors for safety.
A slender ribbon of concrete leads from the boat to the lighthouse as it meanders over the bare rock.
Huge cast iron wheels languish in a sea filled gully.
Entering the lower level through the sea wall felt like entering a prison.
A silently rotating lens keeping watch over the lurking danger in the waters.
Bespoke curved cupboards, all that remains of family life in the light house.
Window that Grace Darling watched the SS Forfarshire tear apart on the rocks in the year 1838.
Stairs, stairs and more stairs, the final flight almost vertical.
A retreating view.
The lighthouse on Inner Farne with guano covered cliffs.
I was grateful the crossing was smooth and now there was solid ground beneath my feet.
Phew - back on terra firma.