A blinking good job
Faith and Kevin Wilson, even in their 80s, have lighthouse keeping habits imprinted in them.
Their retirement unit is shipshape and neat as a pin, the jug beginning to boil as soon as I walk through the door.
“We were lighthouse keepers for 16 years – right up to the end,” Kevin says quietly, “bloody great job.”
Faith’s father was principal keeper at Puysegur Point, the remote southwestern-most land in the country, when she was born.
“It was now or never,” she smiled, “my mother was very pregnant when the supply ship, either Wairua or Matai, came in and it was decided that she would sail to Wellington to have me. I was born in Wellington but returned on the next ship and lived at Puysegur until I was two years old.
“In those days,
