On our recent trip to Bruny Island, when went for a visit, one of the old keeper's houses was open. It was filled with relics and stories from the lighthouse keeping days. I loved reading about the families that lived here. It must have been a hard, sometimes bleak life, but I bet they loved it too, since many of the children grew up to become lighthouse keepers themselves.
The lighthouse was built in 1836, and an access road wasn't built for 130 years. The ruined jetty where we camped, about 2km away, was the only access to the lighthouse. What a journey it that must of been, schlepping all your supplies along a goat track.
I find these stories so fascinating. You can read more here.
I would love to live in a lighthouse. Would you?