It was a cold, dreary night on the 7th September and the calming, peaceful view from the lighthouse was distorted as Grace looked out of the window. The sky was full of emotions as the wind began to rage and the clouds rolled in heavily. Grace felt the rain’s presence as she listened to the roaring sea. A crescendo of waves that roared; rose; ranted and raved. The tempestuous waves were surging, swelling and colliding. Suddenly the shudder, the stumble, the swerve of a boat could be seen from afar. The beautiful coastline along the Farne Islands was soon to be no more…
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