The boys, true to their word, got up at 4.50 to weigh anchor and ensure we get off nice and early to head to the Isle of Man. What, us girls ask, took them so long as we didnt actually leave until 5.40? Can it be the need to clean and preen? Time to apply vast quantities of face cream? Ensure all the milk gets used up on large portions of breakfast cereal? Search for the piece of paper where the passage plan was written last night? Methinks its a combination of all four!
No reason to complain of course as us girls emerged from our slumber to find some very “moist” boys on deck sailing. We took our time to breakfast (sans milk – thanks boys!) and get ourselves ready and by 10.30 we timed it beautifully as the rain had stopped!
We, as always, sailed when we could, and this time was no different and with just a few knots of wind we continued our way to the IoM.
The timing of our arrive at Peel is important, as the entrance is time dependent with a flapgate and swinging pedestrian bridge which allows boats to enter and exit 2 hours either side of high water.
In the nick of time we arrived at Peel, with a gorgeous approach guarded by a fabulous castle
Its a very pretty place to stay, made so much better by the fact the sun has come out. Time to sample the local beer
Popped to the toilet and placed my camera on the shelf above the toilet – it was beautifully designed, for as soon as I turned my back, the shelf slipped to a lovely 45degree angle and let my camera slide effortlessly into the toilet! Its now ruined – fantastic! No worries blog followers – for I have another, but not one I can easily pop into my pocket to capture some of the special little moments!
Back to the boat now to “assist” Mike as he prepares tonights gastronomic delights – thai curry – beautiful! He is learning to sail AND to cook!
Time for a little stroll up the hill, I got fed up of waiting for the guys to get ready, so set out by myself – I went up the hill along the coast – and they went straight to the pub. I had a lovely walk and towards the end, a gorgeous spaniel bounded up to me excitedly and had a little lick of my leg, not far behind him was his owner (Brian) who bounded up to me exactly the same, and just stopped short of giving me a lick too! He walked along with me for 10 minutes, a local guy, and in that short time I could write his life history and have since pointed out to everyone where he was born, raised and where he now lives – I love meeting local characters as we travel around!
I finally escaped Brian and caught up with the boys at the pub. We were all so tired that we were virtually falling asleep around our drinks so it wasnt long before we headed back to the boat to rest our weary heads once more. Day off tomorrow and Mike has promised kippers for breakfast! Goodnight!
