Disused now, of course, and turned into a museum. It was shut in the 40s but a great place to have lived. Lovely walk out on to the headland to visit it.

The little town is tucked behind the headland. The lighthouse is on the right.

The fog kept trying to creep back in.

Easier walking up here - vegetation much shorter.

Had a nose around empty houses and the empty school.

The little pub is still open! If you have a drink, you replace it with something else.

The bell tower of the church has collapsed and, if you open the door and look up, the bell is perched precariously on the fallen timbers.

Grand Bruit means 'great sound' and it is indeed loud! The thundering echoes around the little bay. The church is to the right.

A tow courtesy of Terry, from the Fisherman's Wharf, to get us 'back home'.