Mandy left for Ireland at 5am, I got cracking with errands, still no toner cartridges and had to muddle through until they arrive tomorrow, exhausted all usual suppliers. Picked up prescriptions from health centre, got new washing up bowl isn't life exciting!
The airport parking cost an arm and a leg but of course with the three legs on Man that leaves me back with the requisite pair which is more than I had last time when I got the most awful pain from the cyst in my left foot that went on to develop along with the one in my knee which resulted in the de-nerving of the foot and a total knee replacement. No wonder that its been some time before I could face another trip there. I hope the Suffolk/East Anglia bit does go ahead as I've always had a soft spot for Ipswich and Colchester and the container terminal at Felixstowe has many admirers amongst the trucking fraternity although I usually get buzzed by the police which I'll attempt to forestall with a call to there local non emergency line and a reassurance that I'm a harmless old git.
It was walking practise this morning only a few miles but it always feels further especially with the grass and wheat so high in the fields and a good bit of rain which churns into ruts and booby traps for the hiker. I had a very pleasant chat on the phone with a gent who looks after the Ivo Peters rail archive and we exchanged experiences, both having a bit of a downer on British TV companies, the BBC in particular. There may be some swapping of films in the future as he is well into cine as well. Anyway lets get in the mood for the IOM with some shots on previous trips.