I came out of the narrows at over 12 knots. And that was only an hour off low water. Quite a ride, and the whirlpools were interesting. Once out of there the sea was as flat as one of my jokes. Here's a very rare selfie just to show how calm the sea was. No wind at all, but one can't have everything.
On arrival in Peel I was met by this chap - the Seal of Peel.
Peel is very pretty with little winding streets, a castle and a great British seaside prom. Despite being quite British it still has street names in a gaellic derivative, and I had a text from O2 to tell me I was now in Europe and would have to pay extra. Don't expect many phone calls over the next couple of days!
The Jaguar Club of Holland is here for a week, with some lovely topless models. I suppose they come to places like this so they can go up hills for a change.
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