Saturday 21st July

Again, we caught the bus into Douglas and then on the electric train north to Laxey, where we used the train to take us to the summit of Snafell. From there we were able to see Scotland, Northern Ireland, England, Wales and the IOM. We weren't able to make out Southern Ireland, but they say you can see six nations on a clear day. Today has been beautiful, for a change, but there was some haze.
Back down the mountain we explored the heritage area of Laxey. We climbed to the top of the largest waterwheel in the world and went down the mine, admittedly, not too far. The waterwheel is mesmerising, so large, so powerful, but totally silent.
After returning to the surface out of the mine, we walked down to the harbour.
The train and buses returned us back to Peel. Peel was very boisterous. They had held a local rowing regatta in viking longboats, and some of the crews were out to celebrate. We had booked a table in the Creek Inn, where the joyful throng at the bar had spilled out across the road.
Dorril wasn't able to resist another helping of Manx Queenies, this time in a white wine sauce. I had the smoked mackerel. Both were excellent.
Simon so likes to discuss meals, he sent Dorril a picture of his roast dinner at Castle Combe, see below.