Final day of my holiday in Mann.
Well, despite my claim that I would ride to Port Erin by steam-powered train today I didn’t. Sorry.
It wasn’t because of money. Nope. It was because my old friend “booze” called my name and…
It cleared up again yesterday, about 30 minutes after travelling down the Mountain Railway to Laxey Wheel and lead/Zinc mines. By evening the wind had died down in time for a barbeque with some of my brother and his girlfriend’s…
I sit now on top of Snaefell - the Isle of Man’s tallest, by virtue of being its’ only, mountain.
I’m in the bar as I write, with a pint of Manx-brewed Okell’s bitter. The view here is… limited by a…
It’s Tuesday, 17th of July, 2001 and I am sat in the dining room of the house my brother rents with a friend on the Isle of Man. It is day two of my five-day visit to the island.
I am…
