Time Passes

I found this 12 Monkeys area of the Isle of Man that was probably a very trendy place when it first was built. Obviously, it’s fallen into a state of disrepair, and I thought this was an interesting clock.

Time Passes

The Key

We walked over to the key to see some of the boats and activity around the harbor. There really wasn’t much activity, except we did see a crusty old sea captain that had just rowed back from the Falkland War.

Six Boats

The Key

Will and Monty at the Key

Manx Money

Manx Pounds were interesting. Since the Isle of Man is independent, they are not under the rule of the British Crown, so their money features an Elizabeth that is not wearing a crown. It’s the quick way to see whether or not you are holding a British Pound or a Manx Pound. All stores seem to accept both, so I don’t really understand the bother, unless they just want to be quaint.

Manx Money

Folded Limestone

I’ve contacted my old GeoPhysics professor (I used to double-major in GeoPhysics and Comp Sci until I dropped GeoPhysics because I had a different hopelessly liberal professor who was a nincompoop) to find out this exact formation but it is some sort of folded limestone that has been eaten away by the river and lichen. I thought this was one of the more interesting rock formations I have seen on the island.

Folded Stone

The Castle – Interesting Shots

Here are some of the more interesting photos I took at the castle:

Rushen Bell

Leaded arrow loop

Castle Town from Betwixt the Crenellations

Inside the Castle Rushen

The three of us visited the Castle Rushen in Castletown and took a nice tour of the insides. It’s a very well preserved castle and it is my second time there.

The castle was founded by Norse Kings to guard the Silverburn River and saw most of its growth between the 13th and 16th centuries. It was partially destroyed by Robert the Bruce in 1313 and subsequently rebuilt by other rulers that did not have broadband access and must have been quite bored.

Here are a few pictures from before and after the tour:

Castle Rushen

Will and Monty in the castle

Which one has worse skin?

The Peacock in the Castle

Castle Rushen Keep

The Beach at Groudle Glen

Here is a picture I took after I managed to get my circa 1950’s British bike down to the beach area. Right after that, I figured out that the bike really only goes downhill. This is the sort of thing you wish you had figured out before you went down that hill.

The Beach at Groudle Glen

It’s Not for Girls and other interesting foodstuffs

We took a bus to Castletown and ended up with some extra time so we went into a local grocery store to see what kind of crazy items they had inside. It’s always strange being in another English-speaking country but with slightly different consumer products. It sometimes makes me feel like I am in a parallel universe.

Here is an interesting candy bar whose tagline appears to cut out about 50% of the market:

No Women Allowed

Here is a Kit Kat bar that has actually been renamed to a rather cumbersome web address:

Kit Kat Co Uk

Here is Will – he has Nice Biscuits:

Nice Biscuits

And this is some honey that must be made by some distant relative of mine:

Ratcliff Honey

I like the tagline on the one below…so mysterious:


And then here is a Cadbury bar filled with a very sketchy looking pink substance:

Turkish Delight

Pictures from Groudle Glen on the Isle of Man

Here are some pictures that I took on the bike ride.

Groudle Glen on the Isle of Man

Groudle Glen on the Isle of Man

Groudle Glen on the Isle of Man

A bike ride along the coast to Groudle Glen

I got a bike from the hotel and decided to throw on my backpack and go find some interesting sites. I tried to bring along Monty and Will, but these guys are not much for adventure. They tend to enjoy sitting around and generally not adventuring. They do adventure in Cyrodil, however, although that place does not really exist.

Here is a picture of the bicycle and my gear at the top of the sound. The bike wasn’t really the best, but I’m sure it was great when delivering telegraphs during the second world war. It was also a bit unnerving riding on the opposite side of the street – narrow streets at that. It was sunny and warm for most of the day, but then some squall blew in from across the Irish sea and dumped freezing rain on me for the ride home.

I set out to ride from Douglas to Laxey to see the giant water wheel, but I had no idea how far it was. It looked close on the map, but I forgot that those things are drawn to scale. I had to ride up a killer hill just to get out of Douglas and at the top I asked some Scottish girl how far I was from Laxey and she just laughed and then went to go find the nearest pub to get drunk.

Bike and Backpack trip on Isle of Man

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