Spring forward

          Last weekend was the start of British summertime, the clocks here went forwards one hour as we gained an hour of evening daylight, and lost an hour of sleep.

          I did remember to change the clocks, although I could have done with the extra sleep as it was a very busy weekend with some really good preparation for a upcoming exciting event.

          Hubby didn’t seem impressed by the fact that the clock on the microwave is right again now after showing an hour fast for the last six months.

          Here are a couple of clocks which always make him smile though, one from Douglas on the Isle of Man,

2009-07. Douglas - Clock

          And another from Weymouth, just a weekend or so ago.

2015-03. Weymouth clock.


Port Erin rockery

          A couple of other pictures of Port Erin …

2009-07. Port Erin harbour.

          Arriving in the carpark at Port Erin we looked out to sea over a huge rockery built with big chunks of alabaster, this brought an instant smile as I remembered the alabaster on another beach many moons ago.

          From our viewpoint in the carpark we can look down at both the harbour and the very welcoming beach …

                    Stay a while and enjoy the sunshine.

2009-07. Port Erin surfers.

           More from before : pictures and posts about our holiday in the “Isle of Man” in July 2009.


2009-07. Port Erin - Van

          Our holiday in the Isle of Man in 2009 was possibly the first time I’d taken my camera seriously.   Up until then my pictures had been pretty much holiday snaps, or records of the three girls growing up.

          We didn’t take the girls with us as we’d been, on what was to be our last family holiday, to Brighton the previous year and has realised then that we all wanted different things from a holiday.  Instead we took Mum-in-law on a trip down memory lane and Hubby visited many of the places he’d been to as a child.

          Thinking I’d be bored with the slow pace of life there, Hubby encouraged me to take the camera to play with.  He needn’t have worried, as slow suits me just fine, but apart from that, the Isle of Man is beautiful and it screamed out for the camera wherever I looked.

          The holiday was pre little red camera, I had our second digital camera with me and it ran on four AA size batteries and it just swallowed them up,  I used the best I could find so they lasted longer but we must have easily gone through £30 on batteries alone that week.

          This wonderful van was parked near the harbour at Port Erin.

          We arrived at Port Erin at the top of quite a steep hill and wandered down towards the water, needless to say my batteries chose their moment again and ran out just before we found the van.  I took a quick snap on my phone, the phone  camera quality, as it was then, was pretty rubbish so we went in search of yet more batteries, finding some eventually at almost the top of the hill.

          If I remember rightly,  Hubby and Mum-in-law set off slowly towards the beach while I went back to catch the van with the re-energised camera.

2009-07. Port Erin - Van front.

           More from before : pictures and posts about our holiday in the “Isle of Man” in July 2009.


          Living with Oxford at my doorstep means I’m very much in the centre of our island and have an almost limitless supply of pretty little chocolate-box villages to visit, but it also means I’m about as far from the seaside as I can be.  I grew up by the sea, and of course took it for granted that it was there.  Any visit to the seaside now has to be planned in advance, and is crammed as full as we can make it to bring back enough memories to last until the next time. 

          I find myself looking forward more and more to the time when I can just waste a visit to the beach, when I can just sit on a bench with my feet up on the railings, watching children building sandcastles or listening to the boats bobbing in the harbour.  “One day” when we move to “Weymouth” is still out there, and getting slowly closer and more realistic, but I find myself looking towards a very untapped file of around 200 photos of a trip to the “Isle of Man” for some salty air on the breeze today.

          I believe Douglas in the Isle of Man is one of the reasons Hubby likes Weymouth so much.  He spent many holidays as a child in the Isle of Man and has many fond memories.

2009-07. Douglas Prom

          Douglas is the main hub of the island, the first step of your holiday, arriving by ferry or by plane.  Take a stroll along the prom with me and enjoy the fresh air.  If you look closely, you can see the ferry to the far left of the picture, and to the right, you can catch a glimpse of one of part of the sunken gardens.

2009-07. Douglas - Sunken Gardens

          The sunken gardens go on for ages, a lovely stroll amongst beautifully kept flowerbeds .  The high wall cuts out any over zealous sea breezes on the one side, and enables you to easily forget the traffic on the other.  A wonderful place to while away a few hours with plenty of places to just sit and smell the roses.

          Weymouth prom has a very similar feel to it, the gardens are walled instead of sunken, and have nowhere as much grandeur, but I’ve often noticed Hubby smile as he catches sight of the clock on Weymouth prom, here’s the one I spotted in Douglas.

2009-07. Douglas - Clock

          Of course for me, the harbour has a stronger pull than the sand or the gardens, beautiful isn’t it.

2009-07. Douglas - Harbour

          I think for me, Weymouth would win this time, if I really had to choose. Slightly less perfect is more to my liking, although I don’t have the childhood Douglas memories to add to the adult visit and I’m guessing they might well tip the scale in one direction or the other.

           More from before : pictures and posts about our holiday in the “Isle of Man” in July 2009.


          After walking home from work in another ‘whiteout’ from the snow again last night I dipped into the archives for some much-needed colour.  I found this photo and remembered how colourful the trams looked in the sunshine.  Hubby and I took Mum-in-law with us on a holiday to the Isle of Man in July 2009, looking though the files I realised that some of the memories are fading even with the help of the photos so I’ll have to catch a few of them here on the blog before they do.

095 Snaefell trams

          On the Isle of Man, they have both electric and horse-drawn trams and since we were staying in Douglas we caught the electric tram from Douglas to Laxey.

083 Electric tram - Douglas

084 Electric tram - Laxey

          And then changed over to the Snaefell Mountain Railway train to reach the summit.  The carriages were really rickety but they’ve been rattling up to the top of the mountain for well over one hundred years and I guess they’ll still be going in another hundred or so.

086 Electric tram - Snaefell

          I kept the driver waiting while he tried to empty the carriage to take a couple of photos of it empty, you can see how rattley the inside was in the first picture, and from the second picture you can see some of the view outside when we arrived at the top.

085 Electric tram - Snaefell

          One more picture of the mountain train stationary outside the small building at the very top of Snaefell, 2036 feet up.

094 Snaefell - 2036 Feet High

          More from before : pictures and posts about our holiday in the “Isle of Man” in July 2009.

The alternative view

          If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know about my liking for the “alternative view” very often where people have stood with their back against a wall to photograph the view, I’ve been facing in the opposite direction. 

          In “Stones” in Weymouth my camera was picking out a pebble in the sand (albeit a carefully placed one) instead of the crashing waves.  Again in “Laxey” on the Isle of Man, the view from the top of the wheel was breathtaking, but my favourite picture was that of the wet copper coloured walls in the mine below.

          After “Going up” Snowdon via the “Pyg track“, the picture which sticks in my mind is that of a wall near the bottom when we were “Comming down” via the Llanberis path.  It amazes me how simple they look to build, and how much work must go into them to make them look so simple.

          Since the weather here today is depressing I thought I’d dig around in the files again for today and a few more alternative views raised a couple of smiles …

          This one from Douglas in the Isle of Man was just around the corner from out B&B so we passed it most mornings on the way out …

          On the Snowdon trip, Hubby laughed as I turned away from a view hundreds of people had looked at before me to photograph the tiny heather flowers (and one little blue one spotted later in the photo), incidentally the only flowers I’d seen on Snowdon all day …

          On a trip to Llanberis we took a walk around one of the lakes because the weather wasn’t good enough to try Snowdon.  I took this picture of a slate wall and used it as my desktop picture for ages.  Slate is one of my favourites stones, I still carry one of the pieces I picked up on this walk in my coat pocket for “worrying”.

          And Portland Stone is famous throughout the world, I just liked the colour of this whitish grey stone wall and the way it was apparently thrown together …