Last Saturday we hopped up bright and early and headed off on another of our adventures. It was a lovely, crisp, frosty morning when we left home at 7.00am.
We went for a drive in a hire car – a bit flasher than the buzz box we booked, but we won’t complain.
To our first via point.
I did a bit of this.
Ready to go.
We then spent rather a long time in a couple of these.
There was a couple of hours in between flights to stretch our legs.
Once we finally returned to solid ground, we found a bus station for the next leg of our journey.
After a couple of hours wait, we hopped on this little beauty.
We flew over the countryside.
Over the cities.
Over the clouds.
And finally, we caught a glimpse of our destination.
Not quite there yet, just had to collect a final hire car.
At last, 40 hours after we left home, we had arrived.
So, where are we? This might just give you a clue.
The three legs of Man. Yes, we are back on the Isle of Man, this time for three weeks. We have come over to watch some classic bikes racing. A similar format to the TT, but apparently a totally different feel. We’re really looking forward to it.