IanOutside the window, the shadow of the white lighthouse stretches long into the light fog.
Ian hangs his navy coat on a chair and turns down the heat under the kettle.
The boats have started running again. Come in. It is less cold here by the window.
He moves the waterproof box with a lost and found tag slightly inward from the window.
Would you like to drink tea and hear stories about the island, or do you just want to look at the sea for a moment?