The storm sent the waves rolling and the rain pelting down… She banged and banged on the solid door of the old lighthouse, hoping for some respite from the high winds and slashing rains…
The door swung open to reveal a gruff man who showed no compassion at her sodden state…
– One Man’s Art, by Nora Roberts.
I remember the setting, even though it was a book I’d read perhaps 10 years ago. I had to Google to locate the name of the book and author.
I remember clearly that the Gruff Man (Grant Campbell) lived in a old restored lighthouse.
Since that book, I’ve had periods where I desperately want to try living in a lighthouse. Every time we go to the coast I get this unshakeable desire never to leave said coast.
(Normally I eschew homes with stairs, preferring the single storied kind. But as we all know, lighthouses are/were built extra-solidly to weather storms, gales, winds… so I think I could live there!)
The ground floor would be a mudroom… entry way.
Via the winding, white and bright staircase…
The first floor would be my dining and kitchen:
Imagine eating there, no courtyard but the ocean!?
With plenty of lights, shelves, china and super uber stove:
The second floor would be a spacious living room:
With beautiful painted vintage furniture:
With a small, wrought iron, winding staircase leading to a mezzanine level study/library:
The third floor would be two bedrooms:
Fourth: a luxurious bathroom (I’m actually not one for baths… as yet)
Fifth: master bedroom, a cozy affair:
Can you picture it? Wouldn’t you like to live in a space just as bright, as spacious… as uncluttered?
What would your lighthouse home be like?