Something a little bit different for this post, please forgive the indulgence.
I recently had the good fortune to visit Ballycotton (or Ballycottin, as it was often written) on a beautiful warm summer's day in East Cork. I will write about the visit and the history in a subsequent post or posts but I recently came across a short, short story called "A Keeper's Woman," written eight years ago by a multi-talented lady named Henrietta McKervey. I requested permission to reproduce it in full on the blog and Henrietta kindly agreed.
As you are doubtless aware, my literary talents know no beginnings and I can only dream of being qualified to review that piece of work, but it really touches a part of the world of lightkeeping that I often think about - the unsung heroes. I mean, God knows, the keepers themselves are very much the unsung heroes but the wives and families, the painters and tradesmen, the provisioners and rowers are even more unsunger. The piece above says so much in so few words and says a lot more without saying it at all. Makes me glad I wasn't married to a lightkeeper (even though some of them look very dashing in their uniforms and caps.)
Looking back to Ballycotton from the balcony of the tower