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.

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