To The Lighthouse

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.” 
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Airey's inlet will always hold a special place in my heart. This past Summer I spent some time staying in my Grandmother's old home. It still smelt like her, but was tinged by the odd scent of dust. That was the last time I will ever stay in that house, for it is gone now and my Grandmother is living in a nursing home. One evening I made my way to the inlet, and took a tour of the beautiful old lighthouse. It is certainly not the first time I have ever had the tour, so the woman running the desk said I could go up on my own. Not exactly protocol but lots of fun all the same. The view from the top is beautiful. For the first time though I went down below the lighthouse and explored the beaches along the coast. The view of the lighthouse from here was even more interesting. One could catch glimpses of it, in between the rocky cliff faces. It is a moment I will remember for a very long time indeed.