So there’s this lonely building, covered with enigma and magic, sat at the very end of the cliff, waiting patiently for the night to come, the moon to rise, the stars to shine.
Its only purpose is to guide the lost travellers through the darkness of the night. A flicker, two, three… Every lighthouse has its own language.
There’s always wind blowing against its windows, always seagulls screaming above its roof and always boats following the light!!
There’s something so mystic about lighthouses. Can you feel it??