What a difference a day makes!

The sun shone brightly on the Isle for our first two days. The locals waxed lyrical about the arrival of Spring despite the chill wind. The steam train ride to the south of the island was bathed in sunlight. I'm sure we saw the fairies twinkling on the blue waters of Douglas Harbour.

Beautiful one day,

Not so perfect the next.

This morning we woke to rain hitting the window of our room. Pulling back the curtains we were greeted by grey clouds and white capped waves rolling in across the harbour. Outside it was freezing. on went the coats, scarves, gloves and beanies. We rode the quaint little electric train to Ramsay watching the fog roll in across the Irish Sea. No heating on these trains. Actually they were more like Melbourne trains, think turn of the century, 19th century that is.

Later we drove to the small town of Port St Mary, this is where my great-great-great-grandfather was living in 1861 when he decided to pack up his family and come to Australia. Maybe he'd had one too many days like this in the Springtime.

Now we are sitting in the Airport waiting for our flight to Birmingham, listening to the announcements to let us know that conditions have deteriorated outside and all flights are being delayed. Deteriorated means the fog has rolled back in and we can't see across the runway. Hopefully when I update this we may have made it back to Birmingham.