I came home here wondering which way up I was. The deaths and injuries, less than most years ironically, seemed so close to home.
Peter Jarmann, as well as an honorary Manxman, was much loved here in Scotland. Gail, David and I had a couple of lovely meals made by Ede in the awning of the famous bus. That bus was so recognisable it should be a national monument.
DJ looked like being the Joey of the future....so many years to give us, such an unassuming guy. Milky's accident was so upsetting, and I am so relieved he will be well soon. Good luck to Richard and Lydia with the little Milky Bar when she/he arrives.
On the positive side, Kirsten and Andy Laidlow have a wee Manxman to take home with them. I was particularly touched, as he arrived on what would have been Mam's 80th birthday. A very special little boy, Jack Laidlow.
Saw so many dear people, Barbara and Barry Wood, Larry Devlin, Russ Henley, Geoff Duke, Jean-Michel Prudon, Luisa and her 2 friends from Torino, Mig from France, Yuki, the Dowty family, Gwen Crellin, Malcolm etc etc etc....friends old and new, with one thing in common....a deep love of the Isle of Man and the TT.
A particular pleasure to introduce Nigel to the delights of the podium!
I'll be over for the Southern100 in a month, and hope to see many of you then, and perhaps catch up with some I missed.