The Lighthouse at Ardnamurchan

The boat left her on the jetty with two cases and a crate of tinned things, and did not wait. She watched it round the point and then there was only the wind, the white tower, and the particular silence of a place that has been lived in by people who did not speak much.

The story turned out to be quieter than expected, and better for it. The loud version would have been easier to tell and worth considerably less.

It continues, at length and without hurry, below.