erynn: Gaelic merman image (Book of Dreams)
After contemplating it for several months, I finally went to Lulu and spent all of last night and most of today putting together a 20-page hardbound photo book of my pilgrimage through Ireland and the Isle of Man. It's available by link only, not as an open search item on Lulu.com, so if you're interested, you can have a peek at the book by clicking here. It's $35, because it's hardbound and full color. I've got my proof copy on order but everything looked fine online. Once I get my copy (when I get back from PCon, as there's no way it would get here before I leave), I'll add a permanent link and information for it on my publications page over on Searching for Imbas.

There are a couple of pages of narration, and some material identifying where the photos are from and what they are, but beyond that, it's just some pictures of places I went and things I experienced. There are a couple of other people in some of the photos, but not usually faces, or the faces are far enough away to not be clear. This was primarily necessitated by the fact that I often simply couldn't get photos without people in them at some of the places. Two photos (of me) were taken by others, and the photographers credited. There's no ISBN, so it can't be got through Amazon or other online outlets. It's only available through the link. Anyways, please pass the word along to anyone you think might be interested.

I did most of the work on Firefox, but the browser wouldn't actually process the file to publish, so I had to switch over to Safari for the final work. It eventually got done. It was annoying, though.

This evening I went over to Lake Stevens hang out with the steampunks, and we plotted and planned stuff for the coming several months. March 17th we'll be having a tea & whisky tasting at my place. Other things are planned as well, but mine will just be a small, quiet affair starting about 2pm. If you're interested in coming and having tea and booz0rz with steampunks, let me know.

[livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor is going to be starting up Irish classes in Everett soon. I'll post information as soon as I have it.

Tomorrow will be spent doing more PCon prep.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
Over the next few days/weeks, I'll be going over my photos from the trip and culling the bad ones. I'll also be posting some of the ones I like, though not in any particular order. Here are three from my day at Peel Castle.

Peel Castle door, Peel Castle doorway, Peel, Isle of Man

Peel Castle door, Peel Castle, Peel, Isle of Man

Peel Castle from the promenade, Peel Castle, Peel, Isle of Man
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
Over the next few days/weeks, I'll be going over my photos from the trip and culling the bad ones. I'll also be posting some of the ones I like, though not in any particular order. Here are three from my day at Peel Castle.

Peel Castle door, Peel Castle doorway, Peel, Isle of Man

Peel Castle door, Peel Castle, Peel, Isle of Man

Peel Castle from the promenade, Peel Castle, Peel, Isle of Man
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Whitman: not all who wander)
Ive just checked in for the ferry to Liverpool. It was drizzling and windy when I got up but the terminal is sunny and I'm sitting in the window feeling warmish for once. Still exhausted. Stomach is still wonky on me. I'll check in with folks again when I'm at [livejournal.com profile] hagazusa's place this evening.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Whitman: not all who wander)
Ive just checked in for the ferry to Liverpool. It was drizzling and windy when I got up but the terminal is sunny and I'm sitting in the window feeling warmish for once. Still exhausted. Stomach is still wonky on me. I'll check in with folks again when I'm at [livejournal.com profile] hagazusa's place this evening.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Everything Hurts)
Today I was able to drag my sorry ass down to Douglas and catch the steam train to Port Erin and back but I didn't bother to even try to do anything there, I just hopped on the immediately departing train back to Douglas. Some of the views were lovely and the trains themselves were fun if you're into steam trains. There were a couple of classic vehicles (a 1929 Austin racing car and an Austin six from probably the early 30s) on display. That was pretty cool. Sadly, I've just not been feeling that well and have been having a hard time eating much. I am leaving a stream of disappointed/insulted chefs in my wake because I just can't eat more than a tiny bit of what they bring me.

I've really been emjoying my time here, but it is definitely stick a fork in me time. I'll be very glad to get on the ferry to Liverpool tomorrow and only hope I'm able to manage the one or possibly two transfers from Lime Street Station to Blackburn. When I'm feeling like this, brain engageument is not guaranteed.

I shopped out my books today from the post office down in Douglas, so that was actually two things accomplished, and the most important one of the two. I've been way too fried to find someone to take my photo up in the arms of Manannán. If I can't do it tomorrow, I'm just going to have to forgive myself and move on. I'm at minus levels of spoons right now and feeling it pretty badly. For the record, I'm really really glad I'll be staying with friends for the rest of this trip, because at least they can keep me from wandering out in front of a bus accidentally when I'm too tired to pay attention.

[livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor is on her way to California. [livejournal.com profile] ingvisson is picking up the mail for me. Sol is watching the DoDC+3 at his place in Seattle. All at home seems generally well. I've been informed that the books from Hodges & Figgis in Dublin arrived today, so that makes me very happy.

Tomorrow I have a minimal amount of packing to do, and I'll be able to stow my stuff in a locker down at the ferry terminal when I get there, so I won't have to haul it all around Douglas until it's time to check in and get ready to board the vessel.

The cmapsite has started getting crowded for the weekend, right about the time when my tolerance for pre-teen dicks is getting to the large E on the dial. I'm hoping that, for the most part, they'll stay far away from my little cabin, because the last thing I need is a full night of yowling pre-teen boys nearby.

On the up side, Breesha sent me an email and a contact email with a link to some photos of the Brigid's well at the St Brigid's nunnery where her office is located. It's the one that was on the other side of a locked gate from us on Wednesday. The well is nearly inaccessible, under a fallen tree, and very much a mess now, but still flowing, at least. You can see the remains of the stone shelter that had been erected over/around it, but there's not much of it left. I'm hoping next time I get here, I'll be able to visit it myself. The chap who took the photos has written a dissertation on the nunnery and the well, so he'll be well worth talking to about the site when I get back home and have some time to recuperate.

For brekkies tomorrow, I bought myself a pear, a tiny thing of goat cheese, and a bottle of ginger beer. Between that and my tea, I should be good to go.

And now, I think I'm going to curl up and read in my jammies, even though it's only 8:40pm. I'm just Too Damned Tired for anything else.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Everything Hurts)
Today I was able to drag my sorry ass down to Douglas and catch the steam train to Port Erin and back but I didn't bother to even try to do anything there, I just hopped on the immediately departing train back to Douglas. Some of the views were lovely and the trains themselves were fun if you're into steam trains. There were a couple of classic vehicles (a 1929 Austin racing car and an Austin six from probably the early 30s) on display. That was pretty cool. Sadly, I've just not been feeling that well and have been having a hard time eating much. I am leaving a stream of disappointed/insulted chefs in my wake because I just can't eat more than a tiny bit of what they bring me.

I've really been emjoying my time here, but it is definitely stick a fork in me time. I'll be very glad to get on the ferry to Liverpool tomorrow and only hope I'm able to manage the one or possibly two transfers from Lime Street Station to Blackburn. When I'm feeling like this, brain engageument is not guaranteed.

I shopped out my books today from the post office down in Douglas, so that was actually two things accomplished, and the most important one of the two. I've been way too fried to find someone to take my photo up in the arms of Manannán. If I can't do it tomorrow, I'm just going to have to forgive myself and move on. I'm at minus levels of spoons right now and feeling it pretty badly. For the record, I'm really really glad I'll be staying with friends for the rest of this trip, because at least they can keep me from wandering out in front of a bus accidentally when I'm too tired to pay attention.

[livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor is on her way to California. [livejournal.com profile] ingvisson is picking up the mail for me. Sol is watching the DoDC+3 at his place in Seattle. All at home seems generally well. I've been informed that the books from Hodges & Figgis in Dublin arrived today, so that makes me very happy.

Tomorrow I have a minimal amount of packing to do, and I'll be able to stow my stuff in a locker down at the ferry terminal when I get there, so I won't have to haul it all around Douglas until it's time to check in and get ready to board the vessel.

The cmapsite has started getting crowded for the weekend, right about the time when my tolerance for pre-teen dicks is getting to the large E on the dial. I'm hoping that, for the most part, they'll stay far away from my little cabin, because the last thing I need is a full night of yowling pre-teen boys nearby.

On the up side, Breesha sent me an email and a contact email with a link to some photos of the Brigid's well at the St Brigid's nunnery where her office is located. It's the one that was on the other side of a locked gate from us on Wednesday. The well is nearly inaccessible, under a fallen tree, and very much a mess now, but still flowing, at least. You can see the remains of the stone shelter that had been erected over/around it, but there's not much of it left. I'm hoping next time I get here, I'll be able to visit it myself. The chap who took the photos has written a dissertation on the nunnery and the well, so he'll be well worth talking to about the site when I get back home and have some time to recuperate.

For brekkies tomorrow, I bought myself a pear, a tiny thing of goat cheese, and a bottle of ginger beer. Between that and my tea, I should be good to go.

And now, I think I'm going to curl up and read in my jammies, even though it's only 8:40pm. I'm just Too Damned Tired for anything else.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (GIR likes FOOD!)
I think the gal felt sorry for me as she handed me the key this evening and said that I can just use the cabin tonight for free, so why do'nt I pack things up while they're still dry. The weather had cleared up considerably this afternoon and except for a little mud on the bottom of the tent's ground tarp, It was all dry from the warmth today. I've folded up everything but the sleeping bag, as the cabin has an air mattress in it. There's also a lamp and a heater, and right at the moment it feels like the height of luxury.

I tried to call the Chinese place and had trouble with it, then tried the local pizza place, and also couldn't get through. It turns out they needed a prefix, which I found on the pizza website (it wouldn't let me order online, the bastards), so I dialed the pizza place with the prefix and will have za and some cole slaw delivered to the campsite. Hot tea has been made, most of my stuff is ready, and I have hot food coming! Life is pretty damned awesome right now, even if the pizza is from Dominos. One must make sacrifices now and then, what?
erynn: Gaelic merman image (GIR likes FOOD!)
I think the gal felt sorry for me as she handed me the key this evening and said that I can just use the cabin tonight for free, so why do'nt I pack things up while they're still dry. The weather had cleared up considerably this afternoon and except for a little mud on the bottom of the tent's ground tarp, It was all dry from the warmth today. I've folded up everything but the sleeping bag, as the cabin has an air mattress in it. There's also a lamp and a heater, and right at the moment it feels like the height of luxury.

I tried to call the Chinese place and had trouble with it, then tried the local pizza place, and also couldn't get through. It turns out they needed a prefix, which I found on the pizza website (it wouldn't let me order online, the bastards), so I dialed the pizza place with the prefix and will have za and some cole slaw delivered to the campsite. Hot tea has been made, most of my stuff is ready, and I have hot food coming! Life is pretty damned awesome right now, even if the pizza is from Dominos. One must make sacrifices now and then, what?
erynn: Gaelic merman image (writy pooped)
Talked to the lady who runs the place and they do have one of their little cabins available tomorrow night. She says they usually are for three or four people, but she'll only charge me 20 pounds for the night, so I said "sure" and handed her the money. I'll pick up the key from them tomorrow morning after I get up and will start moving my stuff around once I've got the little cabin open.

Given that I'm back at the campsite I may just order in Chinese tonight, or possibly Thai. I'm not terribly hungry yet, but I might be in an hour or so. They'll deliver free for orders over 10 pounds.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (writy pooped)
Talked to the lady who runs the place and they do have one of their little cabins available tomorrow night. She says they usually are for three or four people, but she'll only charge me 20 pounds for the night, so I said "sure" and handed her the money. I'll pick up the key from them tomorrow morning after I get up and will start moving my stuff around once I've got the little cabin open.

Given that I'm back at the campsite I may just order in Chinese tonight, or possibly Thai. I'm not terribly hungry yet, but I might be in an hour or so. They'll deliver free for orders over 10 pounds.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
After lunch today I inquired after the cherry and almond pie at the restaurant. I knew that sometimes things were different here than in the US, so I specifically mentioned this to the waitress (maybe 20, I'm guessing, but at any rate quite young) and asked what they meant by pie. She wasn't really specific. "Oh, it's just pie," she said. I neglected to ask after eggs or anything.

Sure enough, when the pie was brought, it was more of a custardy/marzipany thing with a sort of vaguely cakey crust than the "pie" I'm used to at home. The cook came out and asked about it and said of course there was egg in the crust and all, and why hadn't I said anything? I told her that in the US, pie means a pastry crust around a fruit filling, and that pie crust wasn't made with egg, but just flour, water, butter or oil, and salt - nary an egg to be found. I was disappointed, as it really did look good. Had my innards not been a little wonky the past few days, I probably would have tried at least some of it, but I really couldn't chance it today.

Next time I will specifically ask if I even vaguely suspect that the item mentioned may not be what I think it is.

Wanted to take the steam train today, but it's running about an hour behind and I just didn't have the spoons to cope. I'm back at the Manx museum, having a ginger beer and some tylenol in hopes my hips will stop aching enough for me to walk around without limping too badly. I'll take myself down into the gallery with the displays on Manx poets and whatnot. With any luck, there might be a place here or there where I can sit while I contemplate and check out the exhibits.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
After lunch today I inquired after the cherry and almond pie at the restaurant. I knew that sometimes things were different here than in the US, so I specifically mentioned this to the waitress (maybe 20, I'm guessing, but at any rate quite young) and asked what they meant by pie. She wasn't really specific. "Oh, it's just pie," she said. I neglected to ask after eggs or anything.

Sure enough, when the pie was brought, it was more of a custardy/marzipany thing with a sort of vaguely cakey crust than the "pie" I'm used to at home. The cook came out and asked about it and said of course there was egg in the crust and all, and why hadn't I said anything? I told her that in the US, pie means a pastry crust around a fruit filling, and that pie crust wasn't made with egg, but just flour, water, butter or oil, and salt - nary an egg to be found. I was disappointed, as it really did look good. Had my innards not been a little wonky the past few days, I probably would have tried at least some of it, but I really couldn't chance it today.

Next time I will specifically ask if I even vaguely suspect that the item mentioned may not be what I think it is.

Wanted to take the steam train today, but it's running about an hour behind and I just didn't have the spoons to cope. I'm back at the Manx museum, having a ginger beer and some tylenol in hopes my hips will stop aching enough for me to walk around without limping too badly. I'll take myself down into the gallery with the displays on Manx poets and whatnot. With any luck, there might be a place here or there where I can sit while I contemplate and check out the exhibits.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
I'm back at Cafe Avanti. I've had a cup of tea and am going to have to pick up some cash for the next few days so that I can get lunch and such. I can change any notes that I still have on the ferry to Liverpool so that I'll be able to spend the money in England. Isle of Man has its own paper currency, which can't be spent anywhere else even though the exchange rate is 1:1 for the GBP. I'm keeping one of the one pound notes (they are apparently growing increasingly rare in favor of coins of the same denomination) and a small handful of coins as souveniers of my trip here, but I have less than a pound in change in my pocket at the moment and I prefer not to use the credit cards if I don't have to.

It's raining again today, so I'm not really looking at doing much outdoors. I may take the steam train down to Castletown to see Castle Rushen, but I'm not in a hurry. Mostly I'm just tired and creaky and needing a day to rest after climbing South Barrule yesterday. Despite the weather, I'm really enjoying my visit here. Nearly everyone has been very kind and I've been able to talk to people here and there, fairly low pressure -- I'm not generally someone who can just walk up to a stranger and start a conversation, so it's been helpful that people are so friendly.

I'm looking forward to staying with friends for the rest of my trip. Camping has been doable but wearing on me, which I rather expected, but it's a hell of a lot less expensive than the alternatives. I'd been considering getting a room in Douglas for Friday night, but with the campsite guy saying I could use one of their backup indoor spaces (a storage shed with a couple of couches and bunks in it), that has solved a problem for me. I really didn't want to have to pack wet gear on Saturday morning when I had to check in for the ferry at about 9:30am, as I recall. I think the ferry leaves at 10:30am, but I'll have to look. Anyway, just being able to stuff the sleeping bag into its sack, grab a shower, and pack my jammies will make things immensely easier logistically, and less stressful emotionally.

And now I must go find myself an ATM, get some lunch, and check on the train schedule.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
I'm back at Cafe Avanti. I've had a cup of tea and am going to have to pick up some cash for the next few days so that I can get lunch and such. I can change any notes that I still have on the ferry to Liverpool so that I'll be able to spend the money in England. Isle of Man has its own paper currency, which can't be spent anywhere else even though the exchange rate is 1:1 for the GBP. I'm keeping one of the one pound notes (they are apparently growing increasingly rare in favor of coins of the same denomination) and a small handful of coins as souveniers of my trip here, but I have less than a pound in change in my pocket at the moment and I prefer not to use the credit cards if I don't have to.

It's raining again today, so I'm not really looking at doing much outdoors. I may take the steam train down to Castletown to see Castle Rushen, but I'm not in a hurry. Mostly I'm just tired and creaky and needing a day to rest after climbing South Barrule yesterday. Despite the weather, I'm really enjoying my visit here. Nearly everyone has been very kind and I've been able to talk to people here and there, fairly low pressure -- I'm not generally someone who can just walk up to a stranger and start a conversation, so it's been helpful that people are so friendly.

I'm looking forward to staying with friends for the rest of my trip. Camping has been doable but wearing on me, which I rather expected, but it's a hell of a lot less expensive than the alternatives. I'd been considering getting a room in Douglas for Friday night, but with the campsite guy saying I could use one of their backup indoor spaces (a storage shed with a couple of couches and bunks in it), that has solved a problem for me. I really didn't want to have to pack wet gear on Saturday morning when I had to check in for the ferry at about 9:30am, as I recall. I think the ferry leaves at 10:30am, but I'll have to look. Anyway, just being able to stuff the sleeping bag into its sack, grab a shower, and pack my jammies will make things immensely easier logistically, and less stressful emotionally.

And now I must go find myself an ATM, get some lunch, and check on the train schedule.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
I wasn't down in Douglas today at Cafe Avanti so I was unable to log back into LJ on the iPad, therefore posting from the phone again. Met Breesha, greetings from [livejournal.com profile] nancyblue were passed and returned. South Barrule was duly climbed. Niarbyl was visited & the cottage from Waking Ned was photographed. Two Brigid sites were visited, though no wells were accessible. Went to Onchan & photographed crosses for [livejournal.com profile] alfrecht, and Chinese food was had. Am now an ex-parrot. I might possibly be mobile tomorrow. Weather was lovely & I hope it holds while I'm here. Not yet decided on tomorrow's activities. Having an excellent, if achy, time.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
I wasn't down in Douglas today at Cafe Avanti so I was unable to log back into LJ on the iPad, therefore posting from the phone again. Met Breesha, greetings from [livejournal.com profile] nancyblue were passed and returned. South Barrule was duly climbed. Niarbyl was visited & the cottage from Waking Ned was photographed. Two Brigid sites were visited, though no wells were accessible. Went to Onchan & photographed crosses for [livejournal.com profile] alfrecht, and Chinese food was had. Am now an ex-parrot. I might possibly be mobile tomorrow. Weather was lovely & I hope it holds while I'm here. Not yet decided on tomorrow's activities. Having an excellent, if achy, time.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
This morning I went out to Peel to see Peel Castle and the House of Manannan center. The castle was interesting, and I'd never actually been inside one before. Lots of fog, but I did get a bunch of photos. There was a pretty good audio tour of the place. HoM was a little cheesy but had some interesting stuff there. It's definitely geared for folks who don't know much about history generally.

I had some of the local seafood at Harbor Lights cafe on the Peel promenade. The local scallops are really good, and the salmon was beautifully done. After lunch I sat in the sea wall at the beach for a while and wrote in my notebook. Right now I'm back at Cafe Avanti in Douglas, and will be catching some dinner after he in town before I go back to the campsite. Tomorrow I'm supposed to be going around the island with Breesha, and the weather is supposed to be considerably better. I'm hoping she'll be open to driving me out to South Barrule so I can visit the ring fort there, but I don't know. I may have to rent a car in Thursday, as the trail isn't accessible by public transit.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
This morning I went out to Peel to see Peel Castle and the House of Manannan center. The castle was interesting, and I'd never actually been inside one before. Lots of fog, but I did get a bunch of photos. There was a pretty good audio tour of the place. HoM was a little cheesy but had some interesting stuff there. It's definitely geared for folks who don't know much about history generally.

I had some of the local seafood at Harbor Lights cafe on the Peel promenade. The local scallops are really good, and the salmon was beautifully done. After lunch I sat in the sea wall at the beach for a while and wrote in my notebook. Right now I'm back at Cafe Avanti in Douglas, and will be catching some dinner after he in town before I go back to the campsite. Tomorrow I'm supposed to be going around the island with Breesha, and the weather is supposed to be considerably better. I'm hoping she'll be open to driving me out to South Barrule so I can visit the ring fort there, but I don't know. I may have to rent a car in Thursday, as the trail isn't accessible by public transit.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Inis Man)
Can't get the iPod to sign into LJ for some reason so posting from the phone today. Went to the Manx Museum (pretty cool) and took the electric train up to Snaefell but it was pretty much whited out with fog. Really tired. Phoned Breesha today and we'll be getting together Wednesday for the day. More when I can actually use a keyboard.

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