The Lighthouse

Today, the Panther and I had a lovely day, until he had to leave of course. It's getting easier to say goodbye at the end of the weekends we spend together. Not because I'm getting bored of him (obviously!) but because as soon as he leaves, I start looking forward to the next time I see him and all the nice times that lie ahead. Once we had pottered about the flat a bit, we went into town and visited the Goma before going to The Lighthouse. I had shown both websites to the Panther when were thinking of things to do when he came up and he was keen to go and see a Wim Crowell exhibition. As we walked around it, he spoke passionately about the exhibition and his interest in it. It was so nice to listen to him. This photograph was taken at the top of the tower in The Lighthouse, looking down over the edge. I got some lovely photos from the viewing platform, but I only took one looking down the stairs. I chose it as it stood out from the others. The rest of the day was equally as lovely, until as I said, we had to say goodbye. It's only 12 days until he comes up again though. How many hours it that?