Wednesday 31st May
The Old Light was made redundant soon after completion: its light was too high and was often in cloud. New lights were built at either end of the island, lower down.
The Old Battery
The Old Battery is a roofless ruin. 2 rusting cannons remain. They used to be fired every 5 minutes in fog. I'm amazed what the 11 year old can spot - egg cases, shells, incredibly small flowering plants on bare rock. He gets really keen to get to nesting gulls on the cliffs! I have to say "No!"
While Jack and I were meandering around the lighthouse and battery, a there was a more gripping drama happening at the North of the Island.
Nina, Jennifer, Jenny, and Tobias had trekked to the the North Lighthouse, where the rest of us had been yesterday. Nina, Jenny, and Tobias were keen to swim : they had their togs and towels. Bernie, being a keen runner, kitted himself out in shorts and joined them a short time later.
The seawater was cold.
Tobias tested the water and said "No way!" and stayed out.
Jenny half entered carefully, though cautiously. She retreated "So cold."
Nina dived in, and was playing and swimming with the seals.
Bernie, not into swimming, was looking on, basking in the sun. He was lying on a large flat rock near the lighthouse jetty. Jenny was hovering nearby - should she dive in too?
A large wave surged over the rock, and that was it: Bernie had been swept off. He was out of his depth, struggling to get back on the rock
Without hesitation, Jenny dived to Bernie's rescue. Seconds later he had been propelled back on the rock.
No real damage. Both Bernie and Jenny grazed their knees. "Those bloody rocks are bloody sharp, covered in bloody barnacles!"
What a little heroine Jenny is!
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