Every night, all night
From dusk to first light the lamp turns without pause — a fixed mark on a moving sea.
A light that never sleeps
Through fog, dark and distance, one steady light holds the line — for the boats coming home and the ones still out there.
Open every nightHigh on the headland
From dusk to first light the lamp turns without pause — a fixed mark on a moving sea.
High on the cliff, white against weather, it carries further than any voice could.
The door is open to visitors. Write to us and we will leave the light on for you.