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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.




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


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.