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

The lighthouse keeper has a broken sleep.

The sun sets a deep red across the sea. The lighthouse keeper walks down the steps to the pier to pick up wood to decorate the bedroom. He finds five sticks.

In the late morning, the lighthouse keeper wanders to look out for a beach. He brings a pickle sandwich, and a book. Upon returning, he scrambles down to the rocks to go fishing, he doesn't catch anything.

A cormorant outside the window wakes the lighthouse keeper. He makes a whisky and sits in his chair to drink it.

The lighthouse keeper is woken by what he swears are voices outside, he peers down the stairs but decides not to go any further

The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully, dreaming of puffins.

The waves crash on the rocks. The lighthouse keeper reads a book of poems with a mint tea.

The dark breaking waves boom ominously onto the rocks. Braving the weather, the lighthouse keeper goes down to the beach to dip his toes in the water.

The lighthouse keeper is woken up by a loud wave crashing on the rocks. He waxes his jacket. Outside, the wind howls down the chimney.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, rattling as it turns.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps soundly. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, gently knocking.

The lighthouse keeper wanders down to the beach to swim in the shallows, the water is freezing. Afterwards, he sits on the doorstep and thinks about dolphins.

The lighthouse keeper goes gannet watching. He brings a book about seaweed foraging, and a jumper.

The lighthouse keeper wakes up feeling grand. He scrambles down to the rocks to take in his creels, he finds seven crabs.

The lighthouse keeper goes upstairs to check the lantern.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly. Outside, the boat creaks by the pier.

The lighthouse keeper sits outside and wonders about the vastness of the sea. Cormorants play in the breeze.

The lighthouse keeper goes seagull watching. He brings a butter and salad sandwich.

Sun through the bedroom window wakes the lighthouse keeper.

Beyond the walls of the lighthouse, the sound of snipe drumming fills the air. The lighthouse keeper squeezes his model boat into an empty whisky bottle.

The lighthouse keeper reads a book about mackerel with a hot chocolate. The lamp flickers.

The lighthouse keeper goes down to the rocks to look in some rockpools, he finds shrimps and a winkle. Afterwards, he smokes some cod on his smoker, the smell of fresh fish fills the air.

The lighthouse keeper walks to the bothy. He brings a map.

Sun through the bedroom window wakes the lighthouse keeper.

The rafters groan as the wind batters the side of the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper makes a whisky and sits in his chair to drink it. The lamp flickers.

The lighthouse keeper looks out the window in the spiral staricase, lashing rain batters the windows and howling wind rattles the door knocker.

The wind rattles the window panes. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a windy night.

The lighthouse keeper paints nine seagulls on an envelope.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully, dreaming of puffins.