Some of the Lighthouse Volunteers, and moi, had six pumpkins to carve this morning.
This is us in the cafe.
Some took it rather seriously.
Others did not.
But I think we did ok.
Although, one of the pumpkins to the rear with the raised bit, which was mine, I then realised why the instructions said to cut the lid on a slant, if you dont, it just falls in... And the one on the left which had to have major surgery as it got dropped on the floor and split from nose to .... had to be sewn up, fortunately one of our number was an ex theatre nurse.
All this for tomorrow's event at the Lighthouse Museum, Which is titled, The Night the Light Went Out. A vast number of tickets sold to be taken up the lighthouse and be scared to death with all the ghost stories, both genuine and made up.
I, for one, know there are ghosts within the museum. There is a vast store room in the bowels of the building and I can go in there, sort out the resources required for the Activity Mornings, go back in within half an hour and can I find them ? No. And not a whiff of red wine.
The cafe opened for business just after we had finished and this wee boy (and all of us) watched the waves pounding in, the skies darkened, and wham we had snow up the windows.
And the light went out.