Fastyr Mie to All:
I was scanning across IoM on Google Earth. I was searching the road that goes from Peel to Douglas for a certain landmark I recall seeing from the Bus I was riding on when I came upon a site called 'The Ballaharra Stones'.
I did a Google and found the following info URL on the Stones:
It seemed to have been a Sand Pit Quarry that was doing their digging when they happened on the Stonesof an Ancient Celtic Burial Carne. According to the Link I found, the Sandpit Company donated the site to the German Parish Commissioners.
When I was Googling for more information on the Stones, I came upon a Link of Gardening Website about not only the Ballahara Stones but 11 others:
And I found this:
In 2010, they built a War Memorial to honor the Manxmen who were Killed in WW1, and WW2:
We've been busy preparing the allotment we acquired at the back end of last year. Unfortunately all the hard work clearing out the raised beds and fixing those that needed fixing might be a waste of time for this year as we're struggling to get things to plant. I'm up to 10 miles on my hour bike ride, I know that's not a lot, but I'm enjoying the view not going for speed. I've been reading two Steven King books, The Institute and The Outsider and having just finished that, I'm watching the TV adaptation. I'm enjoying Fox's War of The Worlds, it's excellent, especially compared to that shite put out by the BBC. And I've decided to see what all the fuss is about about a few old time classics. Tomorrow I'm going to watch Casablanca, and after that I'll pick some more.
8th April 2020 23:17 by Luna
8th April 2020 23:07 by sphinx
OLD people have requested bored younger people to please f**k off and leave them alone.
Pensioners have asked family to stop Skyping, neighbours to stop knocking on every day offering help and kids to stop making them rainbows to put in their windows.
75-year-old Mary Fisher said: “Everyone suddenly can’t get enough of me. Well I didn’t like them before and I don’t like them now.
“First it was my family, all on the phone saying how terrible they feel that they can’t come and help. I had to bite back my ‘Don’t worry I’m used to it'.
“Then it was the bearded millennial with the pierced face who lives in the flats up the road. He knocked on the door, stood back two metres and politely asked if I wanted any shopping. Bloody nerve.
“I get my exercise walking down the middle of the street because there’s no-one to stop me. I buy my groceries at 7am and if anyone comes close I’m allowed to hit them with my stick. I’m fine.
“Bugger off the lot of you before you give me that virus. The next person who disturbs me I’m calling the police.”