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 Posted: Mon Feb 26th, 2018 16:02
Robert



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I have a particular love of a place called Sunderland Point, it's at the mouth of the river Lune on the North side. It can only be access by car at low tide. In the early 18th century it was a small but thriving port for Lancaster, receiving bales of cotton from America and slaves from Africa.

One such unfortunate, Sambo, is buried close by and his grave is tended to this day by local children.

From Sunderland point I have seen a lighthouse but never really knew where or what it was. I happened to see a nice photograph of it and did a little research. It's called Plover Point lighthouse, I figured out how to get to it and on Saturday Christopher and I, with cameras, went on a little expedition to try to photograph it. The tide was due to be out at noon and we were an hour late arriving due to me taking a wrong turn and having an extra mile to walk (I parked at the wrong place).

The lighthouse was built in 1847, making it 170 years old. This is where the tale takes a slight twist... There have been two families who provided the keepers for Plover Point lighthouse, the Raby family who were keepers until 1945, then the Parkinson family took over.

When Christopher and I arrived at the lighthouse there was a man already there having a look around. He told us his name was Parkinson, a descendant of the keepers of the lighthouse! He allowed me to take a photograph of him. It was the first time he had visited the lighthouse.

This is the Lighthouse. D3, 24-120mm f4, 1/2000sec, f8, ISO400.



And Mr. Parkinson.



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Robert.