Light at the end of the tunnel…

After what seemed a very long time (I think I must have caught some of Wilson's unease!) we saw daylight ahead, and emerged into what I suppose was an Observation Post, empty but for a huge military searchlight.

There was a magnificent view of the jagged Needles rocks and of the lighthouse which guarded them. We spent some time admiring the vista and watching the seagulls wheel and glide effortlessly through the clear blue sky, and W played with the searchlight for a bit. 

Then when we'd seen enough, Wilson asked where the exit was. His face fell as I said we'd have to go back the way we'd come.

He remarked it was a shame Dennis couldn't be with us, as he was very interested in tunnels and history… and probably wasn't scared of the dark…