Caroline and Cyril have recently wed and are honeymooning on the Isle of Man, a glorious spot in the middle of the Irish Sea marked by picturesque villages, rocky cliffs, and bracing winds. Caroline is immediately drawn to the island’s history of rampaging Vikings, tales of mermaids and legendary kings, and the friendly inhabitants with quaint superstitions and proverbs. In no time, she falls in love with her surroundings.<br><br>But unexplainable events unfold, convincing her sinister forces are at work. Part by accident and part by design, Edward and Leslie join the couple, and together they must identify a turned British agent, retrieve a top secret document, and learn the true meaning of the phrase, "It all comes back to the camps." Will logic and reason prevail, or will a bit of magic and island whimsy save the day?

A Manx Tale

“Well,let’s see,there’s fresh baked scones,two slices of blueberry pie,and several bottles of Okells Ale.It’s all in that picnic basket.”


“Wonderful,”he said.“How about I pull over soon,and we’ll tuck right in.Then push on to the castle?”He leaned closer and bussed her cheek.


“Of course,”she said.“But I could very well be lying and it really is fish.”


“Darling,knowing you,I wouldn’t be in the least surprised.”


Caroline said she was fine,but of course,she didn’t mean it.She sat back in the MG,her arms folded defiantly in front of her,while the salty wind blew her hair about,and the lush island scenery in late afternoon rushed past her.


Chapter 8