Port Soderick

Port Soderick is a lovely little place. Sadly the cafe complex is closed, but even so, this is a perfect little bay, with it's own cave, sand and pebbly beaches, rocks to climb: so why are there no families with kids here? Well, nobody here at all except a mysterious green transit van. I eventually figured out that Manx government workers do precious little work, and spend their time admiring the view in transit vans from all the most scenic locations on the island. Not that I can blame them.

I now have a pipe dream in my head about all the things you could do with that cafe...I think an outdoor pursuits centre is winning right now.

Up river is a great little glen (they have glens here, not valleys), but I had to go inland a bit before returning to the coast (presumably cos of an unfavourable landowner.)

Oh yeah, here's me, overlooking one of the little bays around here.

The scenery gets better and better through the day, as the path now winds along (somewhat unstable) cliff tops.

I was really enjoying being alone with my thoughts. It was so quiet that some guy in a Landrover, on seeing me in the distance, beeped his horn and drove across the fields to quiz me about what I was doing. He didn't give me much info about himself though, except to vouch that it was going to get muddier (Port Soderick to Castletown was the only muddy bit on the trip.)

Anyway, eventually Castleton appeared in the distance (that little dot, far left!) It seems a really nice place, but apparently Jeremy Clarkson lives there, on the sticky out bit. Thankfully I didn't see him.

Port Soderick, Isle of Man