Where I Live Day
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Where I Live Day is turning out to be good fun - there are pictures of places as far apart as Australia and Seattle, Budapest to Northern Finland, villages and inner cities.
Those of you in the Where I Live Day community will have seen these of course, but in case some of my friends who aren't in the community are interested, under the cut is my contribution - showing what out local radio station refers to, in a rather sickly jingle, as 'Our Treasured Island'!
Where I live is on the Isle-of-Man. For those of you saying ‘Where?’ The Isle of Man is a small island – approximately 30 miles by 12 miles at its widest and longest (50km by 18km) – in the middle of the Irish Sea. For those still going ‘Where?’ the Irish Sea is the stretch of water between the main island of the British Isles (the one with England, Scotland and Wales on it) and Ireland. We are fairly equidistant between England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. On a clear day we can just see any one of them, depending on where on our island we are standing at the time!
So if you want to see more - here it is -
The island has quite a lot of hills in the middle, with flatter land around the edges. On the whole the human population lives on the bits around the edge! This picture shows the passenger landing area of the main harbour at Douglas, with a fast-craft ferry and a fishery protection vessel in port. The boats are our lifeline, there are proper freight carrying boats as well – their bit of the harbour doesn’t show on this view. We do also have an airport – but I didn’t get around to going down to take it’s photo – it is less scenic!
Where we live is on the right of the picture quite a way back in the distance. (Those who know my husband – he works quite close to the harbour.)
We have all the requirements of modern life – look, look, we even have a Tescos!
Where I actually live is a street of terraced houses built almost 100 years ago.
Our village is on the outskirts of Douglas – our main claim to fame is that our War Memorial was designed by Archibald Knox (famous in the early third of the twentieth century – did a lot of stuff for Liberty.)

This statue is in the public gardens very near my office – it fascinates me – it seems to be a man wearing nothing but a fishing hat kissing a bare naked lady whilst straddling a dead dog!

Now we head out of town. We have one mountain. It is called Snaefell (Scandinavians will recognise immediately that we were colonised by Vikings many centuries ago – Snaefell – snow hill). This is it – it doesn’t look very high here, because I am on a road that goes north over the high ground – I am at about 1,500ft above sea level (500m). And yes – I am not good at avoiding my own shadow!

The centre of the island has lots of empty space, and sheep!


And we do sky in a big way up there too.

This view is also taken from the mountain road, looking to the north of the island, showing the town where I grew up. The dark smudge out on the horizon is the Mull of Galloway, in Scotland.

Also in the north of the island we have a rather scenic reservoir -

Apart from moorland, we also have wooded valleys – these pictures are taken at the top of the Sulby valley, and then much further down.


This is an evening view taken from my mother’s village, in the north, looking back towards the hills – the highest peak is Snaefell.

All the above photos were taken in the last couple of weeks of November – the weather was cold but remarkably clear. But we are very prone to storms – these two were taken two days after the ones of the Sulby valley, they are taken at Peel, a small fishing town on the west coast of the island. What looks like smoke in the middle of the first one is actually the waves hitting the seaward side of the breakwater, breaking (of course!) and coming right over the top of it into the outer harbour – where no boats can be seen – they are sheltering in the inner harbour!


I could have happily gone on snapping and made the post enormous – we have two castles I haven’t even got around to! But this gives you some idea.
Those of you in the Where I Live Day community will have seen these of course, but in case some of my friends who aren't in the community are interested, under the cut is my contribution - showing what out local radio station refers to, in a rather sickly jingle, as 'Our Treasured Island'!
Where I live is on the Isle-of-Man. For those of you saying ‘Where?’ The Isle of Man is a small island – approximately 30 miles by 12 miles at its widest and longest (50km by 18km) – in the middle of the Irish Sea. For those still going ‘Where?’ the Irish Sea is the stretch of water between the main island of the British Isles (the one with England, Scotland and Wales on it) and Ireland. We are fairly equidistant between England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. On a clear day we can just see any one of them, depending on where on our island we are standing at the time!
So if you want to see more - here it is -
The island has quite a lot of hills in the middle, with flatter land around the edges. On the whole the human population lives on the bits around the edge! This picture shows the passenger landing area of the main harbour at Douglas, with a fast-craft ferry and a fishery protection vessel in port. The boats are our lifeline, there are proper freight carrying boats as well – their bit of the harbour doesn’t show on this view. We do also have an airport – but I didn’t get around to going down to take it’s photo – it is less scenic!
Where we live is on the right of the picture quite a way back in the distance. (Those who know my husband – he works quite close to the harbour.)

We have all the requirements of modern life – look, look, we even have a Tescos!

Where I actually live is a street of terraced houses built almost 100 years ago.

Our village is on the outskirts of Douglas – our main claim to fame is that our War Memorial was designed by Archibald Knox (famous in the early third of the twentieth century – did a lot of stuff for Liberty.)

This statue is in the public gardens very near my office – it fascinates me – it seems to be a man wearing nothing but a fishing hat kissing a bare naked lady whilst straddling a dead dog!

Now we head out of town. We have one mountain. It is called Snaefell (Scandinavians will recognise immediately that we were colonised by Vikings many centuries ago – Snaefell – snow hill). This is it – it doesn’t look very high here, because I am on a road that goes north over the high ground – I am at about 1,500ft above sea level (500m). And yes – I am not good at avoiding my own shadow!

The centre of the island has lots of empty space, and sheep!


And we do sky in a big way up there too.

This view is also taken from the mountain road, looking to the north of the island, showing the town where I grew up. The dark smudge out on the horizon is the Mull of Galloway, in Scotland.

Also in the north of the island we have a rather scenic reservoir -

Apart from moorland, we also have wooded valleys – these pictures are taken at the top of the Sulby valley, and then much further down.


This is an evening view taken from my mother’s village, in the north, looking back towards the hills – the highest peak is Snaefell.

All the above photos were taken in the last couple of weeks of November – the weather was cold but remarkably clear. But we are very prone to storms – these two were taken two days after the ones of the Sulby valley, they are taken at Peel, a small fishing town on the west coast of the island. What looks like smoke in the middle of the first one is actually the waves hitting the seaward side of the breakwater, breaking (of course!) and coming right over the top of it into the outer harbour – where no boats can be seen – they are sheltering in the inner harbour!


I could have happily gone on snapping and made the post enormous – we have two castles I haven’t even got around to! But this gives you some idea.