A couple of weeks ago now Mr Man and I took an extra day off for a three day weekend, and went camping on the beach. Not stylish at all, but it was a glorious three days of water, sand and sun (OK and a little rain, but mostly sun). One morning we even woke up to a whale breaching in the water straight out from our campsite. Magic.
The last day we decided spontaneously to climb up to the lighthouse. I chose to ignore the advice for drinking water and sensible shoes, and as you can see, I was still wet from a spontaneous swim we took with no towels in the truck.
It was the first time I'd been up to the lighthouse, and it was a much smaller than I'd imagined. Certainly no reclusive lighthouse men live here!