This keeper sees a lot of sunrises.
Today, dear readers, on this very lovely Tuesday, came a warm wind from S to visit Märket at 12 m/s, bringing no record breaking temperatures, but a very high humidity to the reef and inside the lighthouse.
Already in the morning, I felt like sitting in a Turkish bath when starting my keeper’s duties. A Turkish bath without a heating.
Now I began with arranging everything inside the lighthouse, an impossible task to fulfil as long as the radio-amateurs contest was on. But now the whole lighthouse was empty and I was eager to get started.
Not only is it necessary to bring everything on its right place inside too, this job is of mutual interest. Soon the rooms will appear as they should and I can start photographing everything inside, hope to get on to that by the end of the week. The old wallpaper, the storm windows made of iron, the details showing the soul of the building, everything to be published later in my reportage.
The mould is pretty but unpleasant.
Working inside, I was wetter than on a full-speed run around the reef. I had to check what was wrong. The humidity was high indeed everywhere inside the lighthouse. Between 80 and 89 per cent, the highest level measured where I am sleeping in the Chief keeper’s former bedroom.
The room is facing the North and has, on the same time, the poorest ventilation. That explains why I woke up last night completely wet in my arctic sleeping bag. This has to be taken care of ! But first things first. Humans can always warm up with an extra pullover but ventilation is the second best option for buildings if no proper heating is available and in this case essential.
I checked every ventilation shaft in every room once again and opened up the doors to the heaters, standing in every room to get an additional shaft working. Finally I opened up the door to the tower. Now there was a veritable hurricane that blew in turbo-speed through all rooms , up the stairway and out of the tower. Perfect with the wind from the S pushing all air in the building through the entrance.
The humidity still stays high because of the moist air and nothing will completely dry up any more this year out here, but at least there is a proper air circulation now and one can dry one’s hair by standing still in the stairway.
That is good for the lighthouse but rather unpleasant when you sit down for a while in a storm inside. So, I decided to move up to the small cabin beside the attic instead, just under the tower, to the lighthouse keeper’s small but very cosy room. Here I felt immediately at home, much more than down below in the Chief’s bedroom. Too much luxury for me. This was more like me. A small cabin for a simple lighthouse keeper sitting all night long writing in the candlelight.
And, by the way, how do you get your soaking wet shoes dry again at this humidity level, when nothing dries even outside in the sun or in the wind on the washing rope? When cleaning up in the kitchen I found a 12-pack of eggs. Don’t ask me how old.
Instead of throwing them away, I boiled them all and put the hot eggs in my wet boots as ceramic heaters. After three hours, the boots where perfectly dry and the eggs still a bit warm. And tomorrow I can boil them again. And still eat them afterwards anyway...
The brand new innovation with some olg eggs.
Everything is OK here on the Märker reef.