Yesterday afternoon we drove to Liverpool airport and caught a plane to the Isle of Man. The flight was very short – 18 minutes from pushback at Liverpool to landing at Ronaldsway. Liverpool city centre.

And here we are passing Douglas, capital city of the Isle of Man, and our base for the next few days.

The island.

It took less than 20 minutes to get there, so how come the fare was the same as we pay for our regular flight to Geneva? Anyhow, we had reserved a table at a fish restaurant by the harbour.

We had a lovely meal, followed by a few drinks in a pub around the corner.

I have never been to the Isle of Man before, and the last time that Val was here was when she was 5 years old. She has an an old family cine film including images of a pub called the Creek Inn, somewhere on the island.

Here she is with her mum with a castle in the background.

And another snap in the street.

It would be nice to find the location of these images. Google tells us that the pub still exists, in a little town called Peel on the other side of the island. We can get there by bus. Peel is nice. Here is the castle by the harbour.

This seafood shack looked very tempting, but we were still full of breakfast.

Peel has a big marina.

Alongside the marina we find the Creek Inn. Fortunately, cameras have improved in the last 55 years.

A good day out, with a little family history revisited. We have a reservation at an Italian restaurant tonight.