On holiday for three weeks on the rock,early eighties ,three kids all had chickenpox one after each other ,did a deal with flat owner stayed extra week ,start of practice for manx. Set off to marshal at kmichael,left 3 30 am over top in fog not sure of way from port st mary,kept sea on my left .Arrived in mitre cpark 4am ,not a soul about,lowerd frontseat got me head downnext thing bikes, flying past never did marshal at k michael but the memory of that morning always put a smile on my face.