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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.




coffee...where's my coffee!

coffee…where’s my coffee!

This blog as you see from the DVD is about me, and my take on where I live, my hopes and dreams, my homeland, working in retail, what it is like being a writer’s widow, and looking at life from the outside and looking in.

I am a forty plus year  married woman , ( a lady never gives away her age), living with my husband Chris in a lovely house with two cats on the Isle of Man. A com-over to the Isle of Man in 1994 from England, where I worked as a library assistant in Brent Town Hall Library,  work I knew inside out and loved. And now, oh my God, what a difference a move makes.

Whilst in London I lived with my parents in a sterile sort of house in North West London where I used to be a bird in the gilded cage and did not know the first thing about life, but now as the song says I am what I want to be, I just want to be me, I am just free.

Sometimes a little girl who wants to be nurtured and comforted, at other times a wife, a daughter, a customer assistant in a busy supermarket on the Isle of man, a writer’s widow as well as a proofreader, but underneath all this I am just me, I am what I want to be,  I am just free.

As Chris says please do not change, I do not want you to change, I just want you to be whom you want to be, I just want you to be free.

So there you have it. I am just me, warts in all, I am what I want to be, I just want to be me, I am just free.

That is about all for now hope you enjoyed my first ever post. Looking forward to hearing your comments and responses at the bottom of this post.

By bye for now MIKI.