The lighthouse garden
On the rocky point above Sandpiper Bay stands a white lighthouse, and beside it grows the strangest garden on the coast. Mrs Okafor, the last lighthouse keeper, planted it forty years ago. Nobody believed anything would grow there. The wind tore at every leaf, and salt spray settled on the soil like frost.
Mrs Okafor did not give up. She built low stone walls to break the wind and carried seaweed up from the beach to feed the ground. She chose tough plants: pigface, saltbush and a twisted little tea tree that leaned away from the sea.
Today the lighthouse runs by itself, and Mrs Okafor lives in town. But every Sunday she still walks up the hill with a bucket of seaweed. Visitors often ask her why she bothers.
‘A garden is like a promise,’ she tells them. ‘You don’t stop keeping it just because nobody is checking.’