I'm still on Cayman time, so when dawn cracked at 3.30am, I couldn't get back to sleep. Nothing for it but to take the TT for a spin around the Ile, and check out all the changes that have taken place since I've been away.
Over in Arsongate, one thing in particular was noticeable by its absence. Where's One-Eyed Pete's Big Wheelie Bin? It's vanished. Did anyone ever ride on it?
I suspect that it was, after all, self-propelled, and like some manic, Dad's Army style secret weapon, has shaken itself from its moorings and taken off out to sea for a new life in Southend.