Nathaniel Friedman, you sellout.

I took the train out to Howth and battled against freezing winds and dull skies to walk along the pinnacle.

I wonder what it would be like to live remotely on a lighthouse, miles from civilization. Lonely, desperately pining for company yet crowded with your thoughts.

And as I wandered back though empty lanes, all cobwebs blown away, I felt more alive than I have for quite a while. An invigorating experience.

I've passed this sign a couple of times this week, without really reading it. Then I read it. I still don't know who or what this story is aimed towards. I guess it's some charity, but it's a bit strange.