Perfect place, perfect lighthouse, not the best timing. As usual, mist/fog came, foghorn was turned. Seen hundreads of sheep, was raining (sometimes pouring down), but still, we walked a lot (up to 162m), had a perfect lunch in a pub. Went down (climbed down) to the shore, tasted the water (yes, it is salty), got a piece of chalk, walked along the coast, and returned being afraid of getting captured by the tide.

Then drove approx. 3 hours home, dropped down dead asleep. 

One of the best day. 

This Lighthouse hunting hobby starts to be more and more interesting for us. I was just calculating how many lighthouses we visited worldwide (I have to say around 25) in a very short time. Well, and there are still plenty to visit...