Yes. Some of you guessed correctly. We are holidaying on The Isle of Man in the middle of The Irish Sea. Famous for motorcycle racing, tax dodging millionaires and cats without tails, The Isle of Man, like most islands, is like a world of its own. I am sure there are people here who do not leave their island for years on end. Perhaps there is still a handful of old timers who have never left it.
Weatherwise, today was rather like yesterday. A thick layer of cloud was shoved out of the way by mid-afternoon and the sun shone from a blue sky.
In the morning we went to visit The Laxey Wheel - the biggest working water wheel in the world. It used to pump water from the associated lead and zinc mine but that closed forever in the nineteen twenties.
|The Laxey Wheel|
After Laxey we went on to Maughold Head and then into Ramsey for lunch and a little stroll around the coastal town. The sky was still a thick fluffy blanket at that point but when we drove northwards towards Bride and The Point of Ayre sunshine began to illuminate the land and bright colours appeared once more.
It was beautiful at The Point of Ayre. A large Asian family were playing cricket amidst the gorse and I met a man I had chatted to on the ferry over here from Liverpool, The beach was a mass of flat stones, smoothed and made round by wave action over several millennia. There were billions of them - making a wondrous marine mosaic.
|Shirley at The Point of Ayre|
And between the two lighthouses was a squat concrete building topped by large foghorns. Accidentally, it seems to have become a monumental art form - at least in my eyes.
Then home along the winding coast road to our spacious and rather lovely apartment in Douglas where I made an evening meal of YP Spaghetti which involves onions, lardons, a field mushroom, a sliced courgette and a handful of grated Parmesan cheese... oh, and spaghetti of course.
|Foghorn housing at The Point of Ayre|
|The east coast|
|Station on The Electric Railway|
|Point of Ayre|