The Butt of Lewis, is an awesome but lonely, frightening place. At the very tip of Lewis, the waves crash
over the rocks, a sight all the more terrible when the wind is strong and the seas
are rough. The rugged cliffs rearing up from the boiling water below, are
steep, cracked and ravaged by the water and weather for millenia. The lighthouse, manned until 1998, was
originally fuelled by fish oil before that was replaced with paraffin and then
electricity. Now monitored remotely from
Edinburgh, a lighthouse keeper no longer routinely climbs the 168 steps to maintain
the light.
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