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.
|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|
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.