Above is Dreemskerry Quarry in the snow. It's just up the road from the office. It's actually quite small but looks almost alpine here.
No longer a working quarry it is occasionally used for motorbike trials and is also home to a colony of feral cockerels. Their previous owner kept the hens, as they provide eggs, but the cockerels were non productive (no comments please, ladies) so were 'freed' (aka dumped) in the quarry. The Isle of Man has no foxes so the birds seem to be doing quite well. They do appear to have the occasional rowdy party, however, as we can sometimes hear crowing from the office. Local residents are less than happy at the occasional wake-up call at five in the morning.
The island gets very little snow as a rule, but, like most of the north of Britain, had its share today. The office is sheltered from all but an east wind, but, as that's what it was, we came to work to find the windows plastered with stuck-on snow. It was like working in an igloo.
One member of the team said 'I love winter. I can say I'm not fat, I'm just wearing loads of jumpers.'