SEE THE LIGHT
Statement of Ruth Crisp (deceased)
Would you be shocked to know that I wasn’t surprised to be murdered?
After all, no one has ever really liked me. What really amazes me is that the two people I most expected to push me from the balcony outside the lantern room of the Thorpe Island Lighthouse were instead staring up at me as I fell, genuine horror contorting their faces.
It’s a great view from up top, almost all the island is visible; trees, sand and rock mostly, with the addition of three 150-year-old and suitably rickety lighthouse keeper’s cottages built in the centre clearing.
Thorpe Island seemed huge to me as a child, as things do. That’s over sixty years ago now, when my Uncle Stan manned the lighthouse. He was in charge of maintaining the ray of safety that arced
