Lighthouses: They're the light of Anne Doyle's life
“I remember when I was six or seven during wintertime when we would go to the back door of our house in Ferns, you would see this light sweeping across the sky. Daddy always said that it was the light of Tuskar Rock lighthouse,” she says.
“He may have been making it up. It probably was, though. In those days, there was not a lot of artificial light. This was even before there was electric light in our house. The idea appealed to me as a small child.
