Looks like we might get a full day’s racing. The weather gods are in a benevolent mood, albeit their idea of letting us have sunshine instead of rain still comes with low temperatures. We won’t watch the full race card but will meander up to Cronk Y Voddy this afternoon.
Gonna take in a swim at ten ey em, assuming the pool is open. They closed early the other day and we were denied our exercise. This is the Isle of Man. A timetable is merely a rough guide. Also need to buy provisions for tomorrow’s meal. Last night we came to a decision that I would cook beef stew for Sunday and the only thing we already have in are spuds. The butcher in Michael Street will hopefully be open.
In the meantime I started the day with granola, yo’gurt and berries. V energetic and a nice changed from the hot food that is the staple when holidaying in the Isle of Man.
Last night we headed out on the town. To prepare for the evening I changed back into jeans, in recognition of the wintery temperatures hitting the island. We had planned to do a short pub crawl ending up in the new curry house next to the Creek but the first pub we visited, the Whitehouse, had a pianist bashing out some honky tonk. We had seats, good beer and entertainment so decided to stay there until the time came to go for the curry.
The curry was ok, not stellar but acceptable and we have some leftovers that no doubt someone will consume for lunch.
When we got in the new look England football team was disappointing its fans against minnows Iceland losing nil one. England football has always been boring considering the amount of talent they have to draw on. Unfortunately I made a deal with THG that I would watch the opening game of the upcoming European tournament with her in the shed. Ah well.