Friday, 28 September 2012

MORE TALES OF MANN

It has been a mixed sort of day today. I would dearly have liked to go and meet my old cycling buddies at the Lavender Barn, near Dunham but know that I would have been covered in mud on the trails that have in parts been flooded. There hasn't been sufficient wind to dry them off. So, I went off in the Beetle for a chat, pot of tea and toasted teacake. It is ages since I went as it's been such a rotten summer and I hate going out on the bike when it's raining, unless it rains whilst I am out, which is different somehow.

I'll just post the rest of the Isle of Man pictures for you.

I'm really sorry but I don't have any pictures of Manx cats for you, although there was one from nearby that kept appearing on the lawn, but when I was not there. Manx cats have longer back legs than ordinary cats and MiL had one which very sadly was accidentally shot.

There will be a one or two which should really have been before the ones I last posted as Kadeeae liked the scenery and so these are for her.


The bite in between the two hills is Fleshwick Bay, (derived from Fles-vik or green creek. I have walked the whole of this coastline  twice, on the Raad  ny Foillan (the Way of the Gull) very appropriately named.  From Fleschwick bay you climb the fairly mountainous heights of Lhiattee ny Beinee and Cronk ny Arrey Laa, passing the site of a Pictish village in the dip between the two. Sorry about picture quality, it was very very overcast.

This is the bay at Port Erin, with Bradda Head on the right.

Ooops, who's this? Looking very windswept, perched on the steps of the small lighthouse at Point of Ayre.

I loved the weather clouds here. I have no idea of what those concrete structures are. This was the base of the foghorn.

The main lighthouse, with adjacent buildings. This light revolves. The smaller one flashes. This was built by Robert Louis Stevenson's grandfather and is controlled by the Northern Lights Board of Scotland.

I love the sky in this one.

This is the very sad, ill fated Solway Harvester, and it has been here for a few years.

It is awful to see a boat in this state.

Nature is taking over, we have some of this plant at home.

Sea Holly at the Ayres Nature Reserve

I love taking pictures through grasses.
The Ayres is an area of public ramblage and there is a visitor centre, open only at specified times.  There are lovely dunes which are of marram grass which binds the sand with its roots, which allows the sea holly to grow. In the past Islanders used to use the marram grass to thatch their tiny cottages.


That's all from the Isle of Man, the only other ones are some generally around the farmland.

If anyone wants to see some more pictures of the Island, I have plenty, taken at another time. Just let me know and I will post a few another day.

It's half past nine now, a cuppa awaits me and so does my Susan Hill book, The Various Haunts of Men, which is incredibly exciting. I think I have sussed out the killer and his name does give a clue, on thinking about it. I wonder if I am right?

Just before I say goodnight, I must tell you about last night. TH looked up and said he saw a big black 'flying thing'. It disappeared. This morning, whilst straightening the cover of the sofa, I saw a large thing on the floor. Oh dear, I thought it was a cockroach, I felt really sick, ran for a cardboard cup, a piece of board and captured the thing, putting a weight on top so it wouldn't escape. When TH came down I couldn't wait to ask him to look at it before taking it outside. He said it was not a cockroach, it was the black flying thing that he saw last night. It was 3/4 of an inch long, and I was really afraid. Imagined we had these things running around the place. I was very relieved when he threw it outside.

Well, that was the day! So, goodnight, speak with you next time.







Wednesday, 26 September 2012

OVER TO THE ISLE OF MAN

We went to the Isle of Man for a family get together two weeks ago. We sailed from Heysham on a half empty boat at 2.15am and got very little sleep as the foot passengers all get on first and bag the long bench seats that you can lie on. TH found one and I had a smaller one but realised that it was immediately before the door to the deck and a gale was blowing under it. Most people brought blankets with them, why did we not think of that?

When we arrived, after a quick cuppa we went to bed for a couple of hours sleep and I must say I felt rather more human after that.

I'll put the pictures in at the end as it seems to disrupt the print, so bear with me please.  The weather was so changeable as you can see from the various photos.

We went to Peel, Port Erin, Castletown and Port St Mary that day. Kippers were ordered from Peel to send to a friend. She would get them in a couple of days. (she did and said they were really tasty). I'm glad she didn't cook them when I was visiting as I dislike the smell of them.

The following day we went over to Point of Ayr, to see the lighthouse. The area looks so desolate and the sky looks so big. The pebble beach was almost deserted. The lighthouse was built by Stevenson and there is a large one (striped) and a smaller one which flashes, plus a foghorn. This coast is dangerous for shipping as it is another place where the two currents meet.

I'm going to finish here for the day, so you don't get fed up. Next time I will show you a couple of pictures of the tragic Solway Harvester, which is believed to have been sunk by a submarine, when it caught the fishing nets. It is a very sad sight indeed to see it in Douglas Harbour, all those lost lives.


View from living room window. The sheep are a range of breeds.











One of these birds was feeding the other one.


This is a rainbow over Port St Mary (which should be after the next photo)

This shows the strength of the current in the straights between the Calf of Man and the mainland.









Hopefully this will show the feeling of space here at the Point of Ayr. Our truck got in the way, hence the very jerky end to the video. I should have stepped further out, so as to get an uninterrupted pan.












Thursday, 6 September 2012

A TRIP THROUGH LAST OF THE SUMMER WINE TERRITORY

We had an unexpected day out today. TH rang me yesterday from work saying he was going over to Huddersfield way to collect some parts bought on Ebay and did I want to go with him. Normally I wouldn't bother but love going to Holmfirth, particularly over the Saddleworth moors.

Straight along the Mancunian Way in Manchester and realising how interesting the buildings are in the city as we drove along. I've taken a few pictures but unfortunately at 50mph you don't get very good ones.

When we arrived at our destination, there was a beautiful spaniel, which had the look of utter bliss when it got stroked and petted. Then I heard a cat! Looked around and it was the most beautiful Bengal cat which came up to me and allowed me to pick it up. What a beauty he was, called Benjamin. He was a good sized cat but I was amazed at the weight when I picked him up, as there was not an ounce of fat on him. The fur felt like velvet, not like cat hair. He would have made mincemeat of our Siamese, Merlin.

On the way back I tried to take a photo of the cafe featured in the Last of the Summer Wine. I just caught it but it's not so clear as it's tucked away in a corner of a courtyard and the traffic was moving, albeit slowly. It's impossible to park in the street and as we were just on the way home, it wasn't worth parking.

View along Mancunian Way.

I think that is Manchester Metropolitan University, never seen it before.

One of the newer houses built along the main road, at Beswick.

Benjamin, isn't he beautiful?

The cafe is on the right where the tables and chairs are set out. I have a closer picture, when I was there years ago, with me posing with one of the Wellies, which sit outside.

View over reservoir it was a bit hazy

A windmill, which our friend built in the garden as a garden shed.
Back out of Holmfirth, we stopped on the top of the moors over looking a reservoir and Black Hill and Featherbed Moss, part of the Pennine Way. Called at a friends house where we were treated to tea and biscuits.

Yes, a very nice day indeed.