So, this time last year I was at the Mull of Galloway trying and failing to make my way to the lighthouse through rain and howling winds.

Today, in glorious autumn sunshine, not only did we make it but we climbed all 115 steps to the very top. I managed to go into the lantern part but decided against walking out onto the balcony (which I’m sure has a proper name that makes it sound more like a working bit of the lighthouse but am too lazy to look it up). Bottled it in true afraid-of-heights fashion. It was very windy again, I might have been blown all the way to Northern Ireland. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

But I don’t care because I made it to the top without succumbing to a heart attack and have a certificate to prove it!