Got back late last night after docking in at Liverpool early evening. Had been at Douglas on the Isle of Man to watch D in the first Lotus car race of the year. The 1962 Elite kept breaking, so it was good that we took a tool kit.
You know what it's like, the bonnet of a car comes up and suddenly six guys appear and start scratching their heads.
The public roads were shut for the event and we had "base" in some quiet residential streets. The householders were very generous about letting race drivers leave their cars, trailers, gear etc stacked up against the garden walls.
Walked out with a tall lady called B to view from a point called Hairpin Bend, and my little legs had to run to keep up with her.
But we had a great view, saw some cars spin when they took the corner too fast. My hubby's car didn't like the steep hills and kept conking out mid-race. Never mind.
Heard lots of stories about the TT races, and in our age of health and safety you wonder how long it can keep going in that format. There are no MOTs on the Isle, and fewer rules and regs.
Oh, and I remembered to say "Good Morning Faeries" over Fairy Bridge. It's the custom, you know. And the island does have a sort of eerie atmosphere, set against the powerful backdrop of the Atlantic. I'm sure real faeries do exist there.
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