Peel, Isle of Man
Moored Peel Bay
Wind: south, light
Weather: sunny Sea: calm
We had dinner at about 7:30 and sailed into Peal yesterday at about 8:30 p.m. and managed to clear Bob Cat for customs and moor in the harbour. Forgoing the chance to have a late beer, we read and caught an early night. Next morning we woke up at about 7:30 and, after a brief discussion about The Life of Pi over bran flakes, went into the small town and managed to get in a peek at a museum and took a tour of a grand castle on St. Patrick's Isle. This castle spans several eras and has a clear view of the cliffs and sea below. It also has a variety of different architectural styles and buildings which vary from a monks tower to a cannoned wall. We were given small audio guides that helped understand the history and mythology of the castle. For example there is a legend about a spectral dog that once haunted the castle and drove the soldiers mad and mute with fear. The town itself is very pedestrian friendly and charming, in its own way. We mucked around town trying to get our gas cylinders filled which, to our dismay, is more complicated than it should be. We sent a 20lb tank ashore in the hope that one of the local hardware store owners could get it filled in a nearby Douglas. The wind, which had been virtually non-existent, has picked up a bit while we were in town.
The new human has managed to acquire a slight sun burn already, and waved a small pen at me which I promptly captured and killed. Captain Bob has been a little lenient on the Tuna lately, of which I delight in reminding him. Additionally, I managed to wake both of them up in the wee hours of the morning. A few extra pets but mainly things remain unchanged. I shall have to wait to see how this unfolds, and how better to wait than. zzzzz.