A lone pine on granite boulders above a sea lost in fog

Skerra Point, an ordinary morning in March

Stay until the fog lifts.

Nine rooms in the old keeper's house on Skerra Point, where the land runs out and the weather takes over.

A weathered mooring post standing in flat grey water — The old mooring post below the house, at high water.

The keeper's house was built to watch the sea, and that is still what it does best. Thick walls, small deep windows, a stove in every room and nothing that asks for your attention.

We kept the slate, the stairs and the brass. We added beds you sink into, baths deep enough to read in and a kitchen that starts baking at five. The rest is weather.

Nine rooms,four kinds of quiet.

Every room has a stove, a deep bed and a window on the water. None of them has a television.

The Lamp Room One suite, at the top of the tower stair from €420Request this room
Slate Rooms Four rooms under the old roof from €260Request this room
The Net Loft Two rooms where the nets were mended from €220Request this room
The Boathouse Two rooms on the shingle, a door onto the beach from €240Request this room

Very little to do,and all dayto do it.

A wet coast path along green cliffs above a grey sea — The coast path north. Two hours to Hallow, longer if you stop to look.

Two sea stacks with an arch, reflected in wet sand at low tide — At low tide you can walk out to the stacks.

Walk, read, watch the weather come in over the water. Boots and oilskins hang by the back door in every size.

Wide tidal flats under a pale overcast sky — Morrow Sands when the water goes out, an hour on foot.

Skerra Light, a granite lighthouse on its outcrop with the sea breaking around the base

the light
still turns.

The light no longer needs a keeper. It comes on at dusk and turns until morning, and every room in the house has a window on it.

Skerra Light, from the north landing

A bank of fog resting on still grey water — Looking west from the Lamp Room, most mornings.

The house keepsits own time.

Breakfast: At the long table, until the fog lifts or until eleven, whichever comes first.
Dinner: One sitting at eight. Fish from the harbour, bread from the house oven, the lamp coming on outside.
Arriving: The last mile is a track. Tell us your train and we will meet you at Hallow.
Leaving: Whenever you like. The kettle stays on until you go.

Requesta stay.

Tell us when you would like to come. We read every request ourselves and write back with what is free.