Sun through the bedroom window wakes the lighthouse keeper. He scrambles down to the rocks to take in his creels, he finds eight shrimps.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps unrestfully. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, making a quiet humming noise.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps soundly. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, clicking periodically.

The evening is pleasant. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the rocks to look in some rockpools, he gets wet feet.

The lighthouse keeper wanders down to the beach to try and see the minke whales, he doesn't see any but there are otters instead.

The lighthouse keeper wakes up after sleeping through and alarm. It's a sunny day. He walks down the steps to the pier to check the handrail.

The lighthouse keeper reads a book about seaweed foraging with a tea. The radio picks up todays cricket scores.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps soundly.

The sun sets a deep red across the sky. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the rocks to look in some rockpools.

In the late morning, the lighthouse keeper rows the boat out to watch the seals. Upon returning, he walks down the steps to the pier to check the boat, it is okay.

The lighthouse keeper wakes up after sleeping through and alarm. The calls of puffins can be heard in the distance. He goes down to the beach to swim in the shallows.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps soundly.

The lighthouse stands as a solitary beacon in the darkness. The lighthouse keeper wonders how the puffins are faring in this storm.

The rain lashes off the windows. The lighthouse keeper battens down the hatches, its going to be a difficult night.

The lighthouse keeper tries to mend a hat, but it is beyond repair.

As the rain is unceasing, the lighthouse keeper reads a book about kelp foraging with an earl grey.

The lighthouse keeper is sound asleep. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, gently knocking.

The lighthouse keeper adds 'cormorant' to his crossword, but leaves most of the other words blank. The radio picks up the BBC world service.

Gannets hang in the breeze. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the pier.

Puffins fly idly in the breeze. The lighthouse keeper collects the fishing nets, scattered around the lighthouse by the storm.

A seagull outside the window wakes the lighthouse keeper. He reads a book about seagull identification with a coffee.

While checking the lantern upstairs, the lighthouse keeper looks out to sea, he sees nothing but darkness.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly, dreaming of pollocks.

Gannets hang in the breeze. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the rocks to look in some rockpools, he gets wet feet.

The lighthouse keeper wanders down to the beach to dip his toes in the water.

Sun through the bedroom window wakes the lighthouse keeper. He walks down the steps to the pier to check the handrail, it is worse for wear.

The lighthouse seems to shudder with in ensuing wind. The lighthouse keeper looks out the window in the hallway, he sees three seagulls. The candle flickers.

The rough sea can be heard from the living room. The lighthouse keeper sits by the fire. The radio picks up some ceilidh music from BBC Alba.

The hail hammers off the rocks. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a difficult night.

As the large white-capped waves break on the beach, the lighthouse keeper tries to mend a mug, but it is beyond repair.

The lighthouse keeper is woken up by lashing rain outside. He practices to play the mandolin, he is enjoying seeing improvements. Outside, the weather is cold and wet.

While checking the lantern upstairs, the lighthouse keeper looks out to sea, he sees a tiny light bobbing in the distance.

The lighthouse keeper goes upstairs to check the lantern.

The sun sets a deep red across the sea. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the beach.

In the late morning, the lighthouse keeper wanders to spot a penninsula. Upon returning, he goes down to the pier.

The lighthouse keeper wakes up after falling out of bed. He goes down to the rocks to take in his creels, he finds three lobsters.

The lighthouse keeper counts the time between the lighting and thunder: five seconds.

Sat in his chair by the fire, the lighthouse keeper scribbles a chapter of his journal. Outside, lashing rain batters the windows and howling wind rattles the chains on the pier.

The rain is persistent. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a stormy night.

The lighthouse keeper stays inside.

The lighthouse keeper adds a keel to his model boat.

Lightning strikes the waves. The lighthouse keeper sleeps soundly.

Persistent rain batters the windows and howling wind rattles the window panes. The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully, dreaming of seagulls.

The large white-capped waves break on the beach. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a windy night.

The hail drums off the rocks. Braving the weather, the lighthouse keeper goes down to the beach to dip his toes in the water.

This morning the wind whips spray off the breaking waves. The lighthouse keeper makes a mint tea and sits in his chair to drink it.

The rough sea can be heard from the lanternroom. The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly.

The lighthouse keeper looks out the window in the hallway, a pause in the horizontal rain gives way to a large clap of thunder.

The waves crash on the rocks. The lighthouse keeper battens down the hatches, its going to be a difficult night.

The lighthouse keeper waxes his jacket.