Leaving Isle of Man

 Saying Goodbye to the Isle of Man

It’s time to say goodbye to the Isle of Man. My first visit here—and what a special one it’s been. The island may only be 33 miles long and 19 miles wide, but I covered a good bit of it. I found beautiful, peaceful places to leave some of Nancy’s ashes, each one chosen with love and care.

Along the way, I spoke with a few people who were also carrying grief of their own. We shared stories, a few tears, and a quiet understanding that sometimes strangers meet for a reason.



Tomorrow starts early—9 a.m. ferry to Heysham, England. From there, it's off to the Lake District, to a place called Ambleside, where I’m staying at The Temperance Inn, a bar-restaurant-inn right on Lake Road.

The ferry ride was smooth. Same routine: arrive early, check in, wait, then load—motorcycles first. This time, I made a point to remember which level and which stairs I used. It’s a two-and-a-half-hour crossing, so a little preparation helps.

Off the ferry and onto English soil, I set the GPS for the inn. The ride through the Lake District was beautiful—winding roads, lake views, and peaceful scenery. I made a few stops to take photos, and at one quiet lakeside park, I found the perfect place to scatter a bit more of Nancy’s ashes.

She’s still a world traveler.

Leaving Isle of Man


On the Ferry to England.


I stopped at this little park overlooking a lake. I thought Nancy would of wanted to take a picture here. So I left some of her ashes.

Some nice hill sides. This is where a Military jet buzzed me. Scared the shit out of me. I thought my side cases had fallen off! 

Also this was the beginning of some warning messages coming up on the dash. First one was headlight not working. It seemed fine to me. Restarted the bike it went away. 

Made it to the Inn but I was early. I parked in front of the Inn and unload my bags and placed them in front of the bar and had lunch.


Needed to find a place to park. Down the street was a small car park. And I found a spot. Paid the fee and got a ticket to place on my windshield. I had to tape it on. Latter I found out it was free parking for motorcycles.  My one day in England.  Tomorrow Edinburgh Scotland. 



 

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