Friday, September 11, 2009
In Search Of Silence
This is where three of my kids attend school, it is perched on a cliff overlooking the sea, at Castletown.
Coincidentally, my other son also goes to school in Castletown, so I find myself coming down here quite a lot, but it's usually only for a school run, not to linger.
It's a pretty little Town, steeped in history.
Last week, on impulse, despite the drizzling rain, I decided to take my camera out for a stroll around there. Truth was, I wanted to escape the builder and electrician camped out at home.
What began as a simple re-vamp of the top floor to give Beccy's bedroom a quick make-over, has kind of grown into a major project now, involving laying new floorboards and an almost completly new re-wire job (sigh).
Anyway, more about that another time, I mention it only because that was my reason to up and flee for a couple of hours.
On impulse, I decided to visit Castle Rushen for the first time, and to take the tour. It was mid-week and a school day, so I expected it to be fairly quiet.
Just my luck to turf up behind a coach load of pensioners!
Um, there's nothing much wrong with pensioners, I'll be one myself soon enough, but gathered en-mass they can prove to be quite a liability.
Well, they like to talk, don't they?
Bit like the builder and the electrician.
And like the builder and the electrician, they also take to following you about from room to room, asking all these daft questions.
Took the best part of half an hour to convince them I wasn't a tour guide.
Every time I took the camera out, some clever soul would grin and pose for me. Drove me demented.
Probably was a bit mean to lead them up all those steps to the tower.. but at least it shook them off.
Oh, quit your fretting, I helped them back down again on my way out. (Giggle.)