Saturday, 1 April 2017

The day the lighthouse burnt down


The day the lighthouse burnt down

So we did some historical investigation on our current home and discovered it burnt down in 1822. The article we discovered relating to the tragedy of the family who perished in the fire was so incredibly interesting and haunting that we thought it was well worth sharing. If anything it's an excellent reminder to check your smoke alarms (given they have now been invented) - the presence of a smoke alarm would have saved the entire family.

How the house looks today:



This is the haunting newspaper article we discovered relating to the fire that destroyed the lighthouse (the last coal fired lighthouse in Britain) in 1822. The house was subsequently rebuilt in 1865 and still stands today.


London, Jan 25 1822
Melancholy Catastrophe - On Saturday last, inquests were held before the 
Coroner, at Tarnflat, in Sandwith, Cumberland, on the bodies of Mary Clark 
and her five children, who were found dead the preceding evening in the 
Light-house, on St. Bees Head, and the Jury returned verdicts -" Died by 
suffocation ." It appeared in evidence that the bed and bed-clothes in which 
the mother and four of the children were lying were on fire, and the smoke 
arising from the fire filling that apartment, and ascending to the room 
above it, where another child was sleeping, had occasioned the death of 
these unfortunate individuals. The father of the family was found lying upon 
the floor, alive, but in so precarious a state that his life is despaired 
of. It is conjectured, that owing to the current of air under the door 
circulating more freely where he was found than where his unfortunate family 
slept, he was preserved from sharing their fate. It did not appear in what 
manner the bed and bed-clothes caught fire. The cause of this disastrous 
catastrophe seems to be inadequate to its effect; the flame had not burst 
forth, the curtains surrounding the bed were not burnt, and only one of the 
children had any marks of fire upon its body! The father remains insensible, 
consequently can give no information how this awful occurrence, which has 
deprived his wife and all their children of their lives, originated ; but it 
appears that all the members of the family must have been asleep, or one 
member of it would have aroused and saved the whole. St. Bees light-house 
is situate on one of the boldest and loftiest eminences bordering this 
Channel, and its inhabitants in their domicile are separated from almost all 
intercourse with man; the only visible neighbour from it is the 
newly-erected farm-building at Tarnflat. The tenant of this estate and his 
servants, observing on Friday night that the light was not apparent as 
usual, went to the
light-house, and the accident was thus discovered.



Credit for the artwork: Dawn Mills, a talented artist and ex-tenant

Living in the lighthouse - summer


Lighthouse Life - Summer!


After chatting to many passing tourists over the course of living where we do, we found that we answer the same questions each time about what it's like to live up here in an isolated area, looking out to sea and raising a family. It was then I decided that we should have a bit of a blog - so we can share our lifestyle with everyone passing by who wants to bring a little bit of seaside living into their own homes and families.

Summer is the absolute best time to live in a lighthouse. The creme de la creme of the seasons. It brings tourists, migratory birds and the wind finally dies down to an acceptable level. You can open the large windows and the doors and really let the fresh air in. Wait until I write about winter to see how much of a difference this makes!


Summer is the season of strangers in the garden and helicopter bees. You'd think living so remotely that you wouldn't see another soul (and some days we don't see another human being in winter), but in summer there are walkers a-plenty. 

We have an ENORMOUS walled garden, consisting mostly of grass. This brings about the summer problem of....the mowing. 

Most lighthouses are on the edges of cliffs or right next to the sea. This means high winds almost all year round and for some reason trees just don't seem to grow. Our nearest inland tree is a good walk away. That also means no shade and therefore if you get a rainy summer with sunshine, that grass grows at the rate of a rainforest.

You only have to turn around and it's already a meadow. 
Mowing our garden is like painting the Forth Bridge. As soon as you've finished you have to start again!