First night on the island went well. Kristian was woken up by a intruding guillemot, while I kept sleeping in my storm beaten shelter.

I begun the day rowing around the island. Kristian was spotting seals and being attacked by a furious sabine's gull. Apparently he has something birds dislike. Weather was just perfect with sunshine and no wind.

Toilet under construction.

Mission of the day was to remove the toilet from wood shed to the 'gas chamber' underneath the 'middle building'. We made detailed drawings bearing in mind three things: functionality, maintenance and high level of manual labour. We cut the timber and nailed the whole lot in roughly six hours. It's still missing the ladder and stand for toiletries, but the first testruns have already proven it's superior. It is made for those who aren't afraid of heights, just like lighthouses are made too.

The guest arrives.

As the day went on weather turned cooler and more windy. Around six o'clock we got message that we will get visitors from Mariehamn. We finished our work and in no time we could see helicopter approaching. It landed on the rocks and three men, two pilots and our american guest, Don, hopped off the copter.

We guided them around the lighthouse and told wild stories from the past and our stay. We all took loads of photos and Don amused us with his travel experiences. He was on a two and half week tour through Central Asia, Caucasus, Belarus, Russia and now, in Märket. His father was a keen radio amateur and that's how he had heard about Märket reef.

Markus (right), Don and Kristian.

We had a fantastic 45 minutes we will remember. They left the island just as spectacularly as they had arrived. We have had our first guest and we are looking forward for the next ones.

It's midnight now and we have strengthening north-easterly wind. Forecast says showers and spells of thunder for the night. No lightnings yet. Kristian took a wash in chilly +8C evening and I'm still waiting for my turn. He told: 'water was warm, but the wind made it a bit extreme. The iron ladders peels the skin off the bare feets'.

It was a day full of work. We were hoping for some female company as it was 'helluntai', but all we got were those three flying men. But Kristian eased me by saying: 'if there are no company on helluntai, they wil be queing on Juhannus.' We shall look for that.

That's all from now.
On the behalf of lighthousecrew #3,
Markus