Rolo held Corinnes hand like it was a delicate rose petal. His grip was firm and unyielding yet soft and gentle. So engrossed was he by the sensation of her hand in his that he narrowly evaded walking into one of the park benches situated on the side of the lighthouse Boardwalk, facing out into the bay. As warm as the sun was that day, for Rolo at least, it was nothing compared to the warmth of Corinnes hand.

The couple walked in silence, admiring the perfect spring day on the bay. A flock of western gulls nearby took wing on a particularly strong gust of wind that blew. Off in the distance, at the far end of he beach near the rocks, a pack of seals could be heard sounding their distict barking sounds as they lounged on the sandy beach. 

A couple of minutes of strolling later they finally reached the base of the lighthouse. Its oak door was left open to the public. An information panel stood next to the doorway, complete with a very old black and white photo of the lighthouse as well as a group photo its builders. They were haggard looking manly men in old timey clothes. One of them sported a a rather large and impressive bushy beard with a smoking pipe in his mouth. The information board reads as follows:

[i][color=beige]Here stands the Lonely Lighthouse, known amongst sailors as Fishermans Folly. First built in the year 1883, this lighthouse served the people of Sea Salt Bay for many decades guiding fishing vessels back to shore. Sadly though, the Sea Salt Bay local fishing industry ended up going belly up. It just couldn't compete with the industries of larger towns and cities anymore. And so this lighthouse soon fell out of commission when the fishermen left the bay for better opportunities in livelier waters. Despite this, the Sea Salt Bay local council has maintained this lighthouse and opened it up to tourists and the locals out of pride for our town and its history. [/color][/i]

[color=orange]"I've always loved this lighthouse."[/color] stated Rolo.