The Isle Of Man our next stop

After wandering the streets of Manchester yesterday we set our sights on Douglas the capital of I.O.M today, I’m well rested and with a big English brecky under my bulging belt we are ready to roll  We’ve already run into some people who are also joining our tour and over several ciders they give us a rundown on island life ,sounds fun. Before heading off gotta check on the rental car we’ve hired on our return to the UK ( don’t need a shitbox) .Daylight over here begins around 4 am and sunset is 9.45 pm this makes a long day of it ,and with the weather not in the favour of the tourists we may struggle to maintain our outdoor activity’s. Rabbis is soldiering on with his wounded wing and can get a stubbie of soft drink to his mouth (I think his recovery should be ok over the next couple of weeks) .We check out of the Clayton Hotel at midday and head over to the airport for our 3.45 departure to IOM, already the shit has hit the fan and our departure is delayed by 1hr as more TT fanatics start to arrive we continue to mingle. This skinny cigar shaped plane with propellers sits on the runway with our names on it ,I start to breathe just a little bit faster and my heart starts to pound in my chest also a bit faster. Oh shit this flying egg beater is our ticket to paradise, as I gather my thoughts I convince myself that I would be okay. The sun is shining for the first time today so things look good for the racing on the IOM then the rain returns. Our arrival in Douglas the capital of theIOM I’m very surprised just beautiful this place is ,our accommodation is fine but very dated and could do with a freshen up. It’s now 8 pm and time to fuel this hungry body again , and as from tomorrow I hope to send some photos of this beautiful spot tomorrow so until then it’s cider hunting time ........... WADDA