B is for - boats bobbing along on the beautiful briony sea

Not a toy boat, just cute

It's all the fun of the letter B for abc I'm not knocking myself out to be find another bountiful image, when I simply have to show you one of the very things I am surrounded by here. Blue, blue water and of course and bouncing buoyant boats bobbing along. Actually it wasn't so much bobbing than static due to the fact it was tightly moored. The temptation of course to cut the boats fixings, jump aboard and sail away were overcome by the sensible side. Pity. Such a cute little boat, a sunny day and an island coastline to discover. Not so much anchors aweigh for life on the ocean wave as not today I'm got some work to do. It'll keep.

Are you tempted to set sail in maybe something a little bigger or waters of a different kind? Then dive into the sea of letters of and see how others interpreted the sea and land this week here. I know you think I must have taken off on the boat with the short post, but sadly no just doing stuff as you do and moored to the laptop.

BATTERED BUT NOT BROKEN

How many of us feel like this boat? know I do at the moment. I have camera fatigue presently. I also have something called P.T.T. S. It's not serious, but it does stand for Post T.T. Syndrome. Perhaps a fit of the blues would be more apt, and less dramatic.

Since moving here 5 years ago, 5 T.T.'s have resulted in this melancholia. I love the buzz, the atmosphere, the friendly tourists and bikers. The island comes alive, good customer service occurs and the sun always shines. Reality check today. Buses late, shop service poor, weather inclement and photographers viewed with a suspicious eye. Afterall, what could you possibly want to photograph now the TT is over? Oh I don't know, maybe everyday real life for future generations to see how their ancestors lived. It just doesn't compute.

So basically I'm sifting through photos for sale re TT for just about every country in the world, apart from the one that is home. This I find depressing. It's ironic to me that this blog is largely ignored here, yet foreign magazines, musuems and tourists are after my pics and follow the blog.
I have tried to raise the profile of the Isle of Man, but it seems the island is only interested in Manx failures. If this blog folded, and I was Manx, the the island would be happy as it could blame the world for ignoring it.

Fortunately, like Tigger, me and my trusty camera will bounce back within a day ot two.