Our herd at Point of Ayre |
We had decided that today we would explore the North of the Isle. First stop - Point of Ayre - the very top of the island, which has 2 lighthouses and a big set of fog horns. The island flattens out up here and the beach was 100% pebbles, all small, flat and rounded. We had a good walk around, threw plenty of stones into the sea, watched fishing boats and ferries skirting around the Isle and generally enjoyed being out in the open air away in the sunshine and not being blown apart.
After we had got our fill, we headed back to the car and headed back to Ramsey. We had a little wander around the town, much nicer than the evening before as it was light and we could see the lay of the land, AND it was much warmer. As we were walking around, I saw a van pull up which said Connor Cummins on it. Connor is a very well known local TT racer and sort of related to Great Great Uncle Bob - Bob did suggest a number of years ago that we should try to meet up with him next time we were on the island as he comes from a small family and apparently would welcome any tenuous family members - but I thought it a bit weird to go up to someone who is a complete stranger and ask him if he knows of a 80+ year old Bob Cubbon in Southport? We are certainly 2 non blood relations away, how tenuous can you get? And then what?! Anyway, we were satisfied to have caught a glimpse of him. He was made even more famous a couple of years ago when he had a spectacular accident during the TT from which he was lucky to recover.
Lady Isabella - biggest water wheel in the world |
Next stop after the restaurant was Maughold on the North Eastern side of the Isle. We had discovered in one of the museums that there were old Celtic sites here so we thought we would explore. We parked in the village in front of a church that wouldn't have looked out of place in the Wild West, walked through the huge graveyard (all graveyards are huge on the island, so much so that I did wonder if there was a crematorium on the island. There is, but only in Douglas, so I'm guessing that if you don't live in Douglas you probably end up buried in a graveyard). We walked to a headland, and discovered another lighthouse but no Celtic remains, however, we saw something in a field that looked like Celtic burial mounds so we went to investigate, unfortunately we couldn't get in to the field to investigate properly. Oh hum...
Next stop was Laxey this is where you can find the largest working water wheel in the world. Well, between Easter and October. It is still there now but you can't go up to it and it isn't working. Matt was a little naughty and legged it over the railings so he could take a photo "I haven't come all this way not to take a photo..." They hadn't made it that difficult to get in - anyone who wasn't a fatty could squeeze through the locked gate, I'm guess they may have done that on purpose?
Wild West Church |
Believe it or not petrol isn't that expensive on the island, so we filled up (we have no petrol station in Ingleton at the moment as they have demolished it and the Co-op to build a bigger and better one). I took advice on where best to have tea and was directed to a pub on the Prom. It was a nice pub with a good looking menu - but they didn't start serving until 6pm which was too late for us - we had to be at the ferry port for 7pm. We then tried to find somewhere else, but failed. The Isle of Man doesn't seem to be part of the food revolution that has hit the mainland. Pub food tends to be poor to OK - but nothing more than OK, there doesn't seem to be many types of restaurants other than pubs or fish and chips except for the odd Chinese take away. We only saw Indians in Douglas. Certainly no bistro pubs and nothing modern. Considering it costs more to eat out here than at home, it didn't really feel worth it. In the end we cut our losses and decided to wait until we were on the ferry as the food on the ferry is actually not too bad.
Our cabin on the Ben-my-Chree |
We checked in and headed to Costa in the port for a sit down and drink. It was then I hit upon the idea of seeing if we could get a cabin on the way back. We were all tired from a long day out and the thought of being able to lie down for a couple of hours on cabin beds rather than sit in uncomfortable seats in the bar was too good not to investigate. Matt went to the ticket desk to ask and was told that there were cabins free we could book them on board from the shop for £53. Sounded good to us. We grabbed ourselves some sandwiches and drinks for tea to give us maximum time in the cabin.
We got called back to the car, lined up for the ferry and then waited and waited and waited. Apparently they were doing a drill on board. It took a while, so long that we didn't board until after 8pm, so we were late leaving. We went to the shop and got a cabin. Very comfy it was. Tom took a top bunk, Matt and I a bottom one each. Tom was asleep within the hour and Matt and I snoozed. The ferry made up time meaning we got to Heysham early (so early that I was in the shower when they announced for passengers to go back to their cars, just as well I can get ready quickly!)
We then proceeded out of Heysham, down the link road home. It took about 30 mins which was fab. We all went straight to bed.
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