On the way north I did see the view right down to the sea. I lived at Ballaragh when a child & often sat on the field hedge below the tram hut to look for feral goats while my supposed

minder went scramblng downwards. Miners in my family used to fish there long ago.They had put handholds in the cliff face. An uncle took the Chief Constable's camera down to photograph a

Raven's nest & get Gulls' eggs for breakfast. No I didn't like the fishy taste ---one was enough. An ice cream maker at Laxey station was supposed to buy gull eggs. One dark night a trawler went on

rocks down below & the Rocket Brigade men obviously could not go down somewhere completely unknown. Uncle & a friend did taking the equipment with them but due to a fierce wind could not

fire it to the fishermen & all of them drowned. The two local men had to climb back up & leave them Yes in the days before any refuse collections there Grandfather took jars & tins [which had been in coal fire to

clean them] in a sack & hoped to get them down far below.