Some doors open on a thickly-peopled air Of moving shadows, those whose lives, long gone, Were spent there.... Some on a waiting silence - of expectancy For those to come; some to the musty smell Of mere desuetude; and some in constancy To the long loving years of sweet content In which the light of sun and moon have blent In lasting light that bids all dark farewell - Of such will this room tell.
15 years before Mary Stella Edwards was born and 11 years before the birth of Judith Ackland the only British colony of fulmars was on the remote island of St Kilda, 200km from mainland Scotland. Since that time they have spread right around the coasts.
There is a small colony of fulmars nesting on the face of the ruined limekilns just below the Cabin. They came in from the sea to raise their young. They will stay until the summer begins. Fulmars live long lives, regularly reaching 30 years or more.
I looked for them today, waiting to film their stiff straight- winged wheeling flight.
Judith Ackland (1889-1971) and Mary Stella Edwards (1893-1989) met as students at The Regent Street Polytechnic where they both studied art. They used the tiny Cabin at Bucks Mills as their studio from the 1920s until Judith's death, a period of nearly 50 years.
They lived and worked here in the summers, painting watercolours of the beach, the coastal landscapes and the village. They also produced dioramas: collaborative work where Judith made all the models, and Mary Stella painted their backdrops.
When they closed the door of their Cabin for the final time, it remained ready for them to return - and it stands preserved almost as they left it over 40 years ago.