Man and Beast…..a momment caught in time



A short ride away from the Manx Capital, Douglas, lies  the City of Peel. A popular place for families to visit, and a haven for those who enjoy good food, good company and good beer.

The best way to do this is to take a bus from Douglas to Peel Town Hall or the Cathedral Stop since the bus stop is right outside the Church.

What is there to do in Peel.

Quite a lot is the answer. It all depends on individual likes and dislikes.

What most people do is get off either at the bus stop by the cathedral and walk down Michael Street to Lower Peel where one can visit a Manx National Heritage Site called House of Mannanan which is well worth a visit.

From there you can visit  local Kipper Curers called Moore’s, where you can buy Manx Kippers for yourself, post kippers to your friends or simply have a cup of either tea or coffee on the seats outside the shop.

But is it really the best place where to consume your baps and coffees?

No, definitely not!.

The best place is over the bridge, and a short walk away, past a secluded beach called Fenella beach. An ideal place for fire and rescue crews to practice their rescue techniques.

Peel Castle

Peel Castle

As you follow the road towards the outer breakwater, going past Peel castle and  Old Peel Cathedral, well worth a visit, and the lifeboat station, you come to it.

It is a kiosk. Just a small kiosk outside with a collection of wooden tables and chairs, but all that being said the baps are freshly made, and you have marvelous views back over the town and the hills beyond

Once you have eaten your crab bap and drunk a cup of your chosen beverage, there are three or four other things you can do.

Walking through an opening in the lower castle walls by the cafe you enter a different world of utter peace and quiet.

What you do there is your choice but  where you can either walk round the headland beneath the castle  ramparts, have a seat half way round and enjoy the views going south, or,  If you feel like being bone idle, you turn sharp right once though the hole and the outer ramparts, and walk down a short slope, and a few steps leading into a small secluded area or rock pools immediately beneath the outer breakwater.

So what if it is bone idle, say I, it really is the best place to go.

We have decided to go through the hole, and do the latter and it was good that we did, for in doing so, we saw a battle of wills that was..

When we got there, on the rocks opposite, there was a fisherman waiting quietly for a tug on his bait, and a seal quietly watching from the distance. Suddenly and as if by magic, there was a sharp tug on his bait, to which he responded quite excitedly, swiftly winding the rod towards him.

What was at the end of the hook; you may ask. It was a 2lb Pollock, beautiful fish whose silvery scales gleamed from the distance.

To my mind ,there was a wonderful threesome interaction between man, fish and beast.

-As we watched the fisherman came towards us, showed us the fish, walked to the rocks below us so that he could wash the fish, came back, said goodbye to the pair of us  and was gone.

It was all a question of ten minutes or so, but even to this day it all seems like a dream

I did not want this dream to pass, but time was marching on.

Reluctantly, we had to leave as we had things to do at home.

In order to extend our visit to Peel on our way back, we walked over the bridge, crossed over to the beach, got  an ice cream in the ice-cream parlour opposite, came back to the beach with it, sat on a bench letting the world around us slide by.

When we have finished the ice-cream it was time to do a bit of shopping and make our way to the bus stop and home.

That is all for now. Hope you enjoyed reading what I have written, and i hope you enjoy the video below


Bye  for now.





bunny-wants-a-carrotHi folks It is blogging time again, but with a difference. A time to turn away from my home town of Prague and the Czech Republic and concentrate on something entirely different and closer to home. Rabbit hunt. What you might say, a rabbit hunt? That’s right folks. Now sit back, relax whilst I shall tell you all about it.

So there you go, let us start from the very beginning. At about 7am last Monday morning our female cat called squeak was doing her rounds as she normally does. She came into the spare room jumped up on the window sill, looked out and started to meow. My husband and I heard it, wondered what she had found. After getting dressed and a freshen up my husband went to have a look at what squeak had found. What have you got there he asked? A rabbit has escaped from the end house in our terrace and a hunt was already under-way.

The clever little minx was giving everybody a run around, firstly it was underneath the neighbour’s cars, than on the bank opposite, then in our next door neighbour’s front garden and no joy in catching the little sod.

As this carried on the eldest daughter of the house came out with a mop handed it to her father who carried on hunting for it underneath the car.

. Just out of the blue the little minx rushed out of our neighbour’s front garden and up a steep bank opposite.

My husband and the neighbour’s daughter spotted it. The result was that Chris ran up the bank caught the rabbit, slid down the bank with a rabbit in his arms in quite a controlled fashion and gave the rabbit to its rightful owner. I must admit I was quite impressed by the way he did it and gave my husband a well deserved hug and a kiss.

As far as our male cat was concerned, he was lying on his tummy watching the proceedings with his eyes aimed at the point where both the rabbit, my husband and the neighbours daughter were and what they were doing.

. Purrrrrring……his head off and quietly thinking to himself.

“Stupid people, they should have allowed me to catch the little minx.”

“ I would have caught it straight away”.

But that was not all.

funny-cute-bunny-rabbit-glasses-eat-carrots-picsOn another occasion, I came home by a taxi and all the neighbours were out. She has escaped again said my next door neighbour and she is hiding underneath your plant and won’t come out. And so it carried on. Oh, what a performance: It was the same minx again! Neighbours were out with all sorts of broom handles, long sticks, we have even turned on our garden house to try and get her out. At one point we have nearly got her, but the little minx hid underneath the plant again. It was at this point that her owner said, shall we call a Fire Brigade to see if they can get the little madam out. The other remark was shall we get a ferret to see if it can get the little madam out.

Again, our male cat was watching all the goings on quite carefully and with some interest.

Suddenly, as if by magic our next door neighbour an ex-yoga/Pilates instructor, came home on her motor bicycle, assessed the situation, took off  her helmet, crept quietly towards the rabbit, bent her knees stretched out her arms, said quietly come on little one and long behold the rabbit jumped straight into her arms and was returned to her grateful owner.

Luckily it has not happened again, so far as I know anyway!

From now on, hopefully, our front gardens will be rabbit free, because if they are not I am sure our neighbour will invite us round to her house for rabbit stew, as a neighbour of ours threatened to do..

Now it is time to finish writing and go and get ready to go out, do a little bit of shopping and on my return some household chores.

So bye, bye, for now. Hope you have enjoyed what I have written and I will write again soon.

That is all folks.


PRAGUE CASTLE ……an insiders view


prague-castleHi folks, it is a sunny Sunday morning the house is quiet and so it is time for another blogging session. This time it is going to be about the Prague Castle area. This is an area very dear to my heart, which I visited quite a few years ago with my husband, Chris, and mother in law, June, and it is  an area of National Czech importance with outstanding views over the city and ancient links to the Vysehrad area.

To get there from the center of Prague let us say Metro stop Malostranska, I would recommend you go by metro to either Hradsanska Metro Stop or by tram to Prazsky Hrad tram stop  from where you can walk  to Prague Castle.

You can’t get lost as you will see tourists, tourist guide umbrellas, as, well as, Czech Nationals as you approach the area.


you poor bastard .....say cheese!

you poor bastard …..say cheese!

When you get to the castle, the first thing that strike you as you enter through the castle entrance are the Castle guards beautifully attired their blue uniforms and furry hats, quietly standing there in their sentry boxes. When the time for changing of the guards approaches, it seems as if by magic and on an invisible string the Castle Guard leaves the sentry box, salutes and walks away. At the same time, a new guard marches in, salutes enters the sentry box, turns and stands at ease as if nothing has happened, not even a blink of an eyelid or a twitch of a lip when primary school pupils try to distract his attention.

Who do you ask are the guards guarding? It is the Presidential Palace of course and lo and behold what can you see, but a flotilla of Presidential Limousines coming in.

On entry we walk through the first Castle Courtyard, past St. Vitus Cathedral, pass a pub called Vikarka and a Toy Museum. From here we walk to the Golden Lane.. The Golden Lane?. A lane full of small l houses where according to legends a comunity of  Goldsmiths lived, but be warned, to get to the Golden Lane itself there is a small entry fee. Let me give you a word of warning.. Feel free to do a little bit of window shopping as well as browsing in the Golden Lane shops, but please, please, please do not buy, because if you do you would get fleeced and charged exorbitant prices.

Next we walk down the  Old Castle Steps lead from Prague Castle down to Neruda Street, which in turn leads to Mala Strana where a Church of St. Nicholas is situated. As we walk along the Old Castle Steps we can see artists, salesman, beggars and photographers standing by. From a personal point of view and Praguers point of view I would strongly recommend visiting it during the day rather than at night. There is a romantic song which is one of my favourite songs called Po Starych Zameckych Schodech by a Czech singer called Waldemar Matuska which I shall attempt to play for you later on in this blog.

So let us carry on. It is a common practice in Prague for everybody to either go to the pub or for the children of the family to bring beer to their fathers. So to follow suit we went to a nice Prague pub called u Kocoura for light lunch.

As normally happens when we go away together the family would say to me, you are Czech you order whatever you like and we shall enjoy whatever it is. This is exactly what happened. I ordered some salsessen for my husband, some ham for my mother in law and some klobass for myself as well as some beer to flush it down with. Unbeknown to me, I did not realize on ordering for my husband that he did not like salsessen, so as a result, when the waiter brought it to the table mum in law and my husband swapped plates and all was well.

From there we walked to Charles Bridge, a bridge full of Statues, stalls and packed with tourists. Another part of Prague to visit with a group or somebody who knows the area inside out and is not advisable to come to after dark or singly because if you did you would have to be extremely careful.

From there we have made our way home.

So there you have it folks. It is time to close, have some lunch and get on with everyday chores that have to be done. Such as washing up etc. See you again soon.

Bye for now, Miki. I hope you will enjoy the video below. I every other little Czech girl did and still does. I am sure their mums do as well,

The heart and soul of Prague……Vysehrad


prague-castleHi folks

It is blogging time again. This time round I am going to concentrate on my place of birth Prague.

In this post my aims are to give you a Praguers view of Prague with a few useful tips, local history, and personal anecdotes on the side

So let us begin at the spiritual core  of Prague, a place that every city dweller is brought up to view with reverence as it represents the beating heart of the city over thousands of years

Vysehrad. An area of huge national importance incorporating a national poets and artists cemetery, a fine church, and the national culture and congress house, but maybe of, more importance to you, as a visitor to the  Prague  easily accessible quiet ramparts with fine views of the city.

Ok, but why go to these ramparts, and why bother looking back over the city.Well simply because itrepresents the heart and soul of the city, it will help you understand what it is like to be a Praguer and it is easy  to get to and  offers great views of Prague.


Prague at dusk, fron Vyserhrad ramparts

Prague at dusk, fron Vyserhrad ramparts

So how do you get there is easy. The best way is to travel by the Metro from the City Centre until you get to a posh station called Vysehrad, where we leave our metro train and follow the signs to . To get to Vysehrad itself, we have to go past Jedlickuv Ustav, a school for physically handicapped. As I walked past there one day I had quite a touching experience. The classroom window was open and I could hear chatter and mixture at the same time. I had to smile quietly to myself as it reminded me of starling song. At the same time the door of the school opened and out came a group of youngsters with their carers who helped them get into coaches. It was evident that they were taking them on an outing somewhere. I found this site quite upsetting and said  to my mother. “Is it O.k if we go quickly to the National Monument.” “yes of course she replied”.

To get to the National  Monument we have got to go through an archway.

It is when you go through the archway it all changes yet again. To get to the ramparts you have got to go up a short slope and along and you are standing on the  ramparts. A common places for ordinary Praguers, courting couples and pensioners alike. It is a place of peace and quiet and tranquillity.

Few minutes walk away is a National Cemetery, where you can find   poets, composers, musicians and scout leaders buried there. A short walk away from the cemetery is a fine church for people to visit if they so wish. The other extreme of the area is a cultural/congress house, to my mind quite a modern building, but it is there.

That is all about Vysehrad and where do we go from here well it is an entirely personal choice.


Mine...all mine!

Mine…all mine!

To my mind it would be a good idea for you to visit a cukrarna. What do you say is a cukrarna. Well let me get you out of your misery. It is a patisserie and what type of cakes   you might ask yourselves and are they the sort of cakes we know in the west.


The pastry is much lighter and as you walk into a cukrarna a fine smell of coffee blended with the smell of vanilla hits you across your nose. Talking of a cukrarna one year when me and my husband were in Prague we just happened to visit a cukrarna near to where my late grandmother used to live. At the same time as we were there, there was an English couple there and the waitress and the couple in question tried to communicate about placing an order, but without success, so me being me stood up and asked the couple in question  in fluent English regarding their particular cake preference, walked up to the counter and  placed an order for them in fluent Czech. You should have seen the look  on the face of the sales assistant as well as the other customers in the shop. It was a look of sheer astonishment as to what is going on here, but the general reaction was the young lady is only trying to be helpful. It is true to say I could sit in a cukrarna for quite a while, but where do we go from there.

Prague_old_town_square_panorama Well one logical step forward is to go by metro to Staromestska metro from where you can walk to the Old Town Square in the centre of which stands the Old Town Square Town Hall, it is a registry office and the place where on the hour both tourists and Praguers gather to have a look at the Astronomical clock on the hour window by window opens and twelve apostles walk round and round in circles and when they back to their particular window, they disappear the same way as they have appeared. Finally it is good old mother death who sticks her head out of the window, she waggles her finger and disappears again. During the year the Old Town Square is just an ordinary square with restaurants all round it.

Now I would like to issue a word of warning or beware. Do not eat in one of the restaurants on the Old Town Square unless you wish to be grossly overcharged as the restaurants display two menus, one in Czech which is meant specifically for the Czech people and with reasonable prices and the other menu in English with prices twice as high.  Just around the corner from the old town square is a very lively everyday market where you can experience the hustle and bustle of a genuine market.

xmas marketLet us return briefly to the Old Town Square at one specific time of the year and that is Christmas time. Well what a transformation. It all begins at the beginning of December round about the feast of St. Nicholas with the blend of ginger bread, vanilla, stalls, carol singers, Black Pete as well as tourists and Praguers galore and in the centre of it all a giant Christmas Tree stands in all its glory. Towards the end of the month of December you can encounter big barrels of live Carp which Prague housewives can buy and on Christmas Eve manually kill.

From here, we again travel, by metro to another metro station near the river Vltava. It was from here that we walked to a boat station and got a tourist boat for a round trip. As we boarded the boat I could hear colloquial Czech quite clearly. It was a crew from the boat we were going to sail on. Trying not to laugh, we boarded the boat, as we were boarding, we got a look of what is she doing here , she is Czech and this is a tourist boat and what is she doing on it. There were no more comments from the crew, but the smile on their faces said it all

That is all for now. Time is getting on a bit, work is calling tomorrow, so therefore it is time to stop and let the other half get on with his work. Hope you enjoyed the blog and would wish to return to my blog pretty soon.

Bye Bye for now, but I hope you enjoy the video below

Speak to you soon and hope you will join me next time as I take you from Prague Castle via Charles Bridge to Old Town Square.



Being a Writers Widow…..Oh God!…where is he!

Coming down now...I won’t be long

Coming down now…I won’t be long

Hi folks, well it has been quite a while since I wrote my last blog, but here I am with again.

What does it really feel like to be a writer’s widow?

What would other wives say when they’d be in the kitchen preparing dinner whilst the husband  is upstairs typing, and as they are about to serve call up and say are you ready to eat? Coming down shortly is the reply. The next thing you hear is F…K  it !, d….m it, and a few other expletives, followed by a tap, tap, tap tap tap as the keyboard is nearly hammered into the ground.

At that point I  stay silent, since it is evident that things are not going as well as they should, and turn dinner down and hope he will  get things sorted soon. How do you spell consciencious comes the reply. What am I may I ask, a wife, or some kind of spell checker!

Ten minutes later I’d call up again. Are things sorted now?  I get quite a satisfied grunt and comment of ” yes getting there. Coming down now, I wont be long! ” .In that case I shall serve if that is the case I’d reply and loh and behold, if I’m lucky or simply dreaming, I hear footsteps and suddenly, his nibs,  the creator of the latest blog or story alias Christopher Neil appears.

Supper would be over and a request is made by the writer in question,

“Come up and see what you think, I personally like it, do you want me to read it out to you?”

Yes, please is the answer, so he’d read his latest work out and as he is reading it, I’d query something and in reply I’d get where do you mean. Show me. There comes a reply and I’d point my finger at the sentence in  question. No,  it’s staying I like as it is, it’s ok comes the reply.’ So why ask my opinion, and why ask me to traipse upstairs so as just ignore my views

How infuriating can you get….MEN!

Apart from that when you first start blogging there is that question of uncertainty as a writer’s widow. You do not know who your other half is writing to, but as is happening between the pair of us shows me messages from other people so that I know and we discuss things in detail before he posts a reply. This sort of an arrangement works quite well, as does his blogging day a Monday.

And then comes the question of bedtime.

Bedtime, a word muttered by the author. What’s that?

Be a live and warm the bed for me and I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Oh yes, thinks the writer’s widow to herself, ten minutes my derriere!

Five minutes later you hear music, laughter coming out of the “study” and an hour later you finally and half subconsciously you can hear him coming to bed.

About b….y time too you think, and then begin swearing even more as he plants his  cold feet all over you, but all least he’s in bed before midnight, just, so he is at least with you at the end of the day.

Even then you have to be careful, or at least be wary the next morning if he presents you with an early morning cup of coffee or tea. He has probably got up briefly in the morning already to record his latest inspirational idea, or whatever, but how would you react if someone presented you a mug of poorly mixed Garvey granules and milk at 4.0 am.

Such things are very good alarm calls, but at 4.0 a.m… way!

So there you have it, as you can see there are the two sides of the life of being a writer’s widow  as you  can see from the two blogs

A lonely life at times, but a worthwhile life and I  would not have it any other way.

Hope you enjoyed reading this latest blog of mine

Bye for now


P.S His nibs has just asked me whether or not a new charcrter of his is “right” for a new story. How the h…l do I know, what am I, psychic…MEN!

Being a writers widow…how it all began ife, though, ito



lifeHi all this is Miki back again.

This time round I would like to say a few words about my life as a writers wife or as he might say his widow.

For years and years and years we were both very lonely people who wanted to get on with life, and have the same sort of a relationship as every other couple has, but it seemed that this has passed us by. Suddenly when we were standing at the altar it all changed and a reassuring warm feeling came into my/our hearts. This is what we always wanted, here we are, and this is how we shall carry on no matter what……….

After the service, and at the end of the reception especially when we went for our first meal as  a married couple,  it all began to unravel in front of my eyes. It was both a happy and frightening feeling. The next day came the departure for the honeymoon, and for a moment in time my life jumped into a very dark area which I did not have any experience with, yet,as Julie Andrews sings in the Sound of Music, what is so fearsome about that. i had wanted to be in this position many years before this moment came, so what the hell was I so scared about.

Since than we have been together for over twenty years. Long time you might say, and believe you me folks, it has not always been easy.

Initially there was that settling down period, getting to know each other not only as good friends, and we enjoyed all the other things that make a good marriage. We learnet how to live together, laugh together, and give each other the space that any individual needs.

that is how to live together as man and wife and the ability to give one another the space that all of us need.

Life though, is a bugger at times, and it is hard for me to see Chris in a depressed state of mind especially when he had to face difficult decisions outside home.I dare say he feels the same about me and my epilepsy. Yet ever since he started writing, although tired, he seems more confident, assertive. The laughter is back and he is great to be with. To hear him typing upstairs when I am doing the cooking downstairs and  to hear him call out- come and have a look at this love and see what you think. When this happens it is a pleasure to come up with a cup of coffee, discuss it with him, and when he checks the hudl the next day, it is a lovely feeling when I hear him say 145 followers not bad. This in turn gives me a far more relaxed state of mind as regards him and his depression, and better health as regards my epilepsy and blood pressure. At the same time I feel more relaxed during intimate moments and Pilates, and all of this is making this marriage, richer, stronger and happier than before.

Well that is all for now and it is true to say that we must be doing something right as we have not had a row for the past however many years. If there are problems we discuss yes, argue no.

Well that is all for now. As there is a pussycat that needs feeding, as well as housework needs to be done. Hope you enjoyed reading it and will want to read more in future.

Bye bye for now.


p.s What do you make of the quote below; all I can say is yes, yes, and yes again!

What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out of the window.

~Burton Rascoe


Adulthood…….The maidenish and lonely years.



loneliness2Hi everyone.

Let us know embark on my hopes and dreams as an adult. Well, well, well up until the age of about twenty four I was a lonely young lady who lived with her parents, worked in libraries, studied for my B Tech. National in Public Administration and City and Guilds Library Assistant Certificate.

In my spare time, I used to go to dancing classes, youth hostel association meetings and weekends away, all this in the hope of finding my Prince Charming.

Apart from that my spare-time activities centered on taking Brownie Guide meetings, going to Pack Holidays with the girls and if I was not doing that being with my parents, going on holiday with them, going to church with them, attending various conferences to which they were invited as well as mixing with members of the Czech Community as well as being a dutiful daughter.

Suddenly one day I had an eye opener which came as a cold shower to me as there was not a boyfriend or a possible guy I wanted to have a relationship with in the picture. My best friend invited me to her wedding together with my parents. During the reception and after congratulating her and her new husband she said to me. Do not worry your turn will come. At that very moment in time I thought she was joking.

Shortly afterwards I went round to a friend’s house with whom I used to take Brownie meetings and there was a young lad aged about twenty six, lying on the floor studying algebra. At that moment in time it was quite hard to concentrate on what the Guider in Charge had to say and at that very moment in time I thought to myself, nice arse, that I would not mind being friends with him

About six months later there was a phone call, it was this young man again. During the conversation he said there is a lovely Concert in the Festival Hall Soon, would you like to come. Yes, Ok. I replied. It was a moonlit night, the Concert was lovely, my companion was well attired and long behold there was a feeling of deep friendship developing inside me. This friendship carried on for about two years on and off when suddenly he announced I am leaving London and am going to live in the Isle of Man. Oh my God! What am I going to do?

Never mind my darling said my long suffering mama, you cannot win them all. There are plenty of fish in the sea……. Hopefully anyway I replied.

Unbeknown to me some people I knew from the dancing classes organised a meeting with a guy who also used to enjoy dancing. This particular gentleman was of a Jewish Faith. The friendship between us developed and went on and off also for two years. It was during this time that me and the previous gentleman were on a break. Suddenly I arranged a trip to Mexico with a group of Guiders from the region. Unfortunately, we had a coach accident and shortly after coming home the second gentleman and myself have split up. This was another turmoil in my life. So I sat at home knitting and crying my eyes out.

There was another turn in the story. The first gentleman in question came down to London to see me. He took me out for a meal, took me out for a drink and generally kept me company. This lasted for about a week. Shortly afterwards he went back to the Isle of Man. It was the same summer that my late grandmother organized a meeting between me and a Czech gentleman. I came over to Prague and he came over to London. During this time we wrote letters to each other. Secretly, I was hoping and dreaming the first gentleman in question would contact me again.

My long suffering mama could sense how I was feeling and frequently repeated Out of sight, out of mind. As she was saying this I was still hoping. Life carried on as normal for the next five years. I was in London; he was on the Isle of Man. This carried on for the next three or four years. Suddenly a letter came. Just a neutral letter which was testing the water. I replied, he wrote, back I replied again, and then suddenly there was a phone call during which he said. Would you like to come over for a holiday? Yes please, was the answer it is a lovely place for a holiday. Is it alright if I stay with a friend? About two or three nights later he proposed to me and shortly afterwards during an intimate moment it was the first time somebody actually fancies me as a woman and is interested in me as such. It is a lovely feeling.

Well folks, it is time to finish the post and go down to have my tea and leave the rest for my next post. The life of a writer’s widow on the Isle of Man.

That is all folks

Bye bye for now


Hopes and dreams……. Teenage Years.

Hopes and dreams……. Teenage Years.


dreamsHi folks welcome to part 2.

Of Blog entitled hopes and dreams. Well well well what a transformation. Something I would have never had dreamt of in the past. Most Czech girls would have finished their primary, secondary studies and led their lives in the Czech Republic, but not me.

Long was gone the dream of going to dancing classes, getting married at St. Vitus Cathedral, having a Krinolyn made for me for end of session balls and having a career same as everybody else

This particular dream has not materialized, for me my teenage years turned out to be completely different. In England it was a question of total transformation. Initially a land of Lyons Corner Houses, speaking in terms of pounds, shillings, and pence, and, oh my God, getting used to thinking in terms of yards, furlongs, ounces, miles, pounds(in terms of weight) as well as total and utter mishmash and dear Gods this was not all.

School, well, well, well.

Textbooks, what textbooks. Some kind of lettuce leaves bound in a folder, language center in a villa? Rather than in a proper school  building, going to my secondary school through a market, being taught by nuns, after school sitting in a car and working on my homework which was set that very day.

What about life outside school. Boys? Youth Clubs? Maybe for some other girls yes, but all I could do is dream of getting a boyfriend. For me it seemed to be being with my family, going to Guide meetings and on Camps , studying, going to Conferences and holidays with them. What was left there for me to do. All I could do was dream

That is all I can say about my teenage years, and the rest is for you to make of it what you like.

Hope you enjoyed the post and would look forward to my next one. Adult life.

That is all for now as dinner is ready to be served, but I hope you enjoy the video below. Who says kids are all bad these days, I wish I could sing as well as them!

Bye for now.



funny bears


Nearby where I live is a Nursery School which is called Hopes and Dreams, and when I am passing the nursery I often think what are Hopes and Dreams.

What do all of us dream about, and what are our hopes for the future as:- 0

1/children 2/teen and young adults


I suspect there are as many varieties of hopes and dreams as there are grains of sand on a wave kissed beach, and that no two grains are the same, but why not begin with the hopes and dreams of children, what might we see there?

What are the young childs Hopes and Dreams?

The first thing that comes to mind are sweets, chocolates and being in their  mothers arms. Then comes the question of reading, and the ideas that go through a young child mind. Are they going to dress up in colourful costume,  and slay many  fiery dragon, or hope that, one day, their Prince will come?

I experienced these and similar hopes and dreams when I was in the kindergarten in my home town of Prague in the Czech Republic. My happiest times were sitting on an old green swing which was covered bya huge weeping willow.

What was I really dreaming about? To this day I do not really know.

Maybe about nature and all the different flowers I could see in the garden where the swing was. Maybe about lunch as I could smell a sweet smell of custard coming out of the kitchen where lunch was being prepared. Maybe about going to Primary School, what my school friends are going to be like, and what my school bag is going to be like . The other dreams all  of us had were at guide camp at a place called Odlezly. There was an inter-patrol / inter-six canoeing competition judged by Guider in Charge and her Deputy. Our dream was to come first, but sadly were beaten by a better, if somewhat annoying  team.

But were there other dreams and hopes apart from the above, and are they deeper, than the simpler dreams before?

The answer is yes, yes and yes again.

But such dreams are for my next post, as during my teenage years so much was to change.

I stIll say long live the dreams of childhood though, for if they are happy dreams, they support us over the years to come

Hope you like this post, will enjoy reading it and want to come back for more bye bye for now, but  I hope you enjoy the video below- do you ever dream of being a chiwawa!

Childhood Hope and dreams

My Home…. My Life….My Island …The Three Legged Isle Of Man



come and see the seals

come and see the seals

Hello folks. This is Miki here again.

My new post is going to be about the Isle of Man where I lived for the last twenty years. It is a relatively small Island in the middle of the Irish Sea.  A relative back water to some, but at the same time it has got its own history, traditions, culture, parliament, history, language, theatre, government, transport and numerous places of natural history. A haven for archaeologists, geologists and rail enthusiasts alike.

I first encountered it when I started going out with Chris. He often talked about his friend Barbara with whom he worked in the labs in London when we were first friends. Ellan Vannin The Isle of Man is an Island in the middle of the Irish Sea halfway between England and Ireland. I even puzzled the Registrar at Burnt Oak Registry Office where our Bands of Marriage were published when he asked where did my fiancé lived and I replied he lives on the Isle of Man. Where! was the reply coming from the Registrar. The Isle Of Man! Yes! I replied. Don’t you mean the Isle of Wight No. I said the Isle of Man. Unconvincingly she picked up the receiver and checked with her supervisor who assured her that yes the Isle of Man is areal place and that everything is fine.

I have been married to an  Isle of Man Worker for the past twenty years and am happy to say that both me and Chris are settled here and have been accepted by locals alike. However I personally when I first came over found it quite difficult for a while to get a job. But as they say all beginnings are tough and all is well that ends well and we got there in the end Thanks God and Good Luck. It  It is also true to say that the Isle of Man (ELLAN VANNIN) is not a place for everybody.

It is a place for people who enjoy a laid back way of life, a slower pace of life than you would normally have in a big city or a provincial town. It is a place for misfits, retired people and ordinary people who just want to be their real selves and lead their lives the way it suits them. Quite frankly, I would not want to live in London again and if we said to my mother-in- law, we were moving back, the poor woman would have a heart attack which is the one thing we do not want her to have.



The place is at its liveliest in May/ June when people from all over the world come over with their motorbikes and families for the famous TT RACES| This has been going on for the past Century and a bit and is gaining more and more popularity. After TT everything quietens down again.

Tourist wise; Hm it all depends what you want. From the Folklore Point of View you can visit Cregneash Villiage. A traditional Manx historical Village where there are live demonstrations, a tea room and various activities during various Manx Festivals such as Tynwald Day normally on July 5th, but this year it will be on July 7th. And Hallowen or Hop-Tu- Nah Celebrations on October 31st.

Other than that there is the Manx Museum in Douglas the Capital of the Isle of Man and The House of Mannanin in in Peel to name but a few. The one thing which me and Chris find quite fascinating and will pursue more and more more when we retire are; Farmers Markets, Food Festivals as well as various Agricultural Shows that go on throughout the year.

So there you have it. A brief post about the Isle of Man. An Island on which we live, call our home, and love.Hope you enjoyed listenning to the Manx Gaelic Lullaby, called Little Red Shank. Looking forward to hear from you soon.