Ship!
It's about 15cm long to the tip and the cutlass just visible below it was (unrelatedly) off an officer of the
Bounty.
Lighthouse gear!
The weird round brass thing with a howling face is a lamp room vent, to avoid anything getting greenhoused into melting/any open doors up there interfering with the flash timing in the early evening and getting ships lost. The lamp's fairly self-explanatory, save that it's huge to go in the middle of a long cataditropic lens because some of ours switched over to Fresnels fairly late - very early 20th century, I think the last one came in. The glasses without sides reflect the relatively lower power of such, but being in the lamp room whilst the Light was active wasn't something anyone would aim to do if it could be avoided, so we needn't fear for the old-timey keepers' eyeballs much.
At any rate, now you know that our Merigg Light is thus better-equipped than most of its contemporary Scottish counterparts; praise the Canadian Board of Marine & Fisheries.
...as for being beach-ready, lots of people are shy about unveiling their flesh before the merciless yet all-cradling ocean! Matt's not alone. He does, however, have the advantage of knowing that without a heart sworn to the land, he will be looked favourably upon, whatever he deems his flaws. Particularly if he toasts himself in the sun a bit and covers himself in mustard.
I don't actually know what the Lady would make of mustard. Or the Thief for that matter. Feel free to experiment.
