I adore the colours and the crispness of autumn but just for today, I’d happily be transported back to a hot, brightly coloured summer’s day.


This year’s Poppy appeal has now been launched and as I’ve been researching my family history and have been humbled to learn about one of my ancestors that fell at the battle of the Somme, I decided to take some photographs for Remembrance Day. The statue is the War Memorial on Douglas Promenade at sunrise.
It was the dead man’s chalk line coloured in with black marker pen, gliding gracefully over the water that initially caught my eye.
Curiosity kicked in and my research assistant Molly and I set out to discover more about this creature. It transpires it’s the world’s largest gull, a Great Black-backed Gull. Large billed, heavily built, huge wingspan, bold and ferociously predatory.
Molly aka Elvis, the Budda, Chubsy.
Its usual stomping ground is around the harbour, along the shoreline or sheltering on the craggy headland. I’ve been watching and photographing this bird for a few weeks now and it always seems to have a dominating presence, top of the hierarchy over the other Gulls, the Godfather, the Big Cheese, first in the pecking order.
Preening time in the fresh water running from the river into the sea.
A juvenile showing off its broad wingspan
The GBBG is similar to the Lesser Black-backed Gull but is bigger and has pale pink legs as opposed to the yellow legs of the Lesser Black-backed Gull. The red spot on the beak appears smudged like the Tasmanian Devil’s mother’s lipstick.
Yesterday delivered glorious weather here in the Isle of Man but this was just one bank holiday weekend sunny day, sandwiched in-between Saturday and today where it rained hard all day. We took the opportunity to explore down the south of the island and visited Spanish Head, overlooking the Calf of Man, the Chasms and Chicken Rock. The choughs were out in their numbers and they danced above us with their loud distinctive “pee-yaa” calls.
The impressive purple heather covers most of the rocky landscape The footpath overlooks Cronk Karran, a Neolithical stone circle which is either a burial site or a hut circle.
The fearless death-defying mountain goats appear in a flock on the Laxey hillside a few times during the year. The pathway gets quite busy with walkers but the goats just keep a low profile and maintain a close distance to their flock. Sometimes there are a couple of stags keeping watch at the top of the hill.