Intelligent Life has a lovely little ditty about how to rent a lighthouse anywhere from Patagonia to Ireland.

I will let that writer's prose stand alone under the banner of "tasteful" in this rec.

My own experience with a lighthouse involves smuggling a massive bottle of red wine to the top of our local Wind Point phallic structure about a mile from my house and sitting with my legs dangling over the railings drinking straight from the bottle. Pardon me? Why yes of course I left it in the paper bag. It added to the ambience.

In any case, lighthouses are a damn good time. I think it would be fabulous and wildly romantic to actually stay in one as opposed to stumbling down the steps and tottering off home across the fields...
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From INTELLIGENT LIFE magazine, Summer 2008

It's hard to imagine a more potent symbol of man's eternal struggle against the elements than the solitary white finger of a lighthouse pointing up to the sky. Today many of them have a more prosaic existence as holiday rentals: as the lights themselves became automated, the redundant keepers' dwellings were an obvious tourist opportunity.

By definition most lighthouses are in exposed coastal spots with wrap-around views of sea and sky, and for anyone who loves weather (and there are a lot of us out there) it is a thrilling drama to watch the fronts approaching from miles off in the salty air. And as well as being poignant reminders of the rigours of our seafaring past, lighthouses can provide a great perspective in a spiritual as well as a literal sense.