At the top of the Light
The Lamp Room
One room, eighty-four steps up, with the sea on every side.
For ninety-four years a keeper sat in this room and watched the weather come. It is round. It is glass all the way about. The lamp turns in its lantern directly overhead, and its two beams go out over your bed and sixteen miles to sea.
There is no lift. A Porter cannot climb, so your bags come up by the old weight shaft, and so does breakfast. There is only one of this room. It is usually the first to go.
