Registered, met a few friends and old faces. It seems that everyone is feeling confident and looking forward to the race, and now it's a case of get the next 36 hours out of the way. Conversations seem to be along the same lines:-
"Weather doesn't look too bad."
"So what time are you hoping for?"
"Are you going for a finish?"
"What are you having for tea?"
And so on and so forth. Me, I had pasta.
The weather? Much improvement.
The Low pressure area is being pushed up to the north by the High pressure area over Europe. They were hedging their bets with the rain forecast, but it just goes to show, whether it's a look out of the window with a guess, or a state of the art experts on a billion pound windfarm project, a forecast is a forecast and it could change either way. So, possible light showers during the morning dying out and getting warmer during the afternoon, pushing 16 or 17 deg C. Still not the 24 deg we saw last year, although if the sun does break through it'll feel warmer. Final weather forecast tomorrow, but it's pretty much set now.
Relaxing. Walk along Strand Street this afternoon. Lunch with Dad. (Pasta!) A trip to the library at the museum to confirm I am Olaf the Black's great great great (20 times) grandson, by his daughter Gunni. Confirm my manx and viking roots and all that, then try and get my island back! Or maybe some of his bling would be nice. If not, the lottery tomorrow would do.
Another day sitting around doing nothing tomorrow, just getting all the gear ready in the right boxes for quick access. Watch a bit of telly, a walk down Peel seafront to stretch the legs (nothing too vigorous, don't want to ruin Dawne's handiwork on the massage table this morning.) and basically twiddle thumbs and wait.
The newspapers are out tomorrow with their previews, bringing it all a little closer. Until then, nothing to do except wait.