The wind has still been keeping us company through the whole day. A couple of small thunder storms have passed by, and yesterday evening we even found the end of the rainbow right here on Märket.
The wonderland Märket in this end.
We've had no visitors today, of obvious weather related reasons. Pirjo has been working hard chopping some wood, and even Brando the lighthouse dog has been preparing for some serious work.
Work well planned is half done.
Before we arrived, I was wondering how a very active terrier like Brando would get enough exercise on the reef. So far there has been no problem at all, he runs around for hours chasing swallows that apparently tease him by flying very close and then high up again away from his reach.
A dog marathon has begun.
Even we humans get a lot of exercise walking up and down the 65 steps of the lighthouse. It really gets on your thighs, which, of course, might be a good thing considering the amount of chocolate and bisquits we are (well, I am) consuming. Luckily, I even get an extra dose of exercise because of my job as a private elevator.
Brando waits for the elevator.
Hey, let's be careful, shall we?
We have been keen on getting some serious work done today, but since the previous group finished the windows that were "under construction", we weren't quite sure what to continue with. As writing this, we are waiting for further instructions from the window expert Angela, and hope to be able to get on with the work later today.
Meanwhile, we've been exploring all the different little corners of the lighthouse, and found something very sweet in a little closet on the attic.
The tiny ones that were born here have already flown out - luckily the window was a bit open.
Another great treasure we found is growing in the compost. Someone will get some new potatoes soon!
Is this the beginning of self suffiency on the reef?
It seems that now, after three days, even our souls have arrived and settled down on the reef. All this space wakes up a lot of thoughts - it is hard not to love this place. I wonder if the people living here earlier loved this place, too, or maybe hated it in the end?
How was it to leave Märket for the very last time? Was this Home, or was Home somewhere else? Does one get addicted to being separated from the rest of the world on a lighthouse? Or did they think about it at all? Was it just work?
Or maybe it was like working out on a boat - that you could only stay on land for a certain time, before the urge of sailing out again would come and force you to leave?
As someone of the previous lighthouse keepers wrote, you easily develop an obsessive relationship to windows out here. There is something about the beauty of windows that makes it impossible to stop staring at them, again and again in different lights.
The art of architecture, the normal windows only lasted five years at the beginning in the 1800s.
As the weather report tells us there is a possibility for storm tomorrow, we won’t wait for any visitors. But it is nice to know that you are all out there - you are, aren't you?
Minna-Lotta on the behalf of the rest of the crew - Märket over and out.