My sad little seat that kept me company for 20 mins or so, trying to decide if I could make it to the hotel around the bay or not.

That is the damnable thing – looks like a Russian power station.

Stoic Face. Trying not to show the pain. Walk it off boy! Walk it off.

Not much chance of a drink and a Taxi.

A wee view back to where I started today.

The round fort from Napoleon days and the ruined church.

Anyone for tennis? The hotel’s old court.

Cliffs are nice and low so far.

Rapunzel? God! I hope she’s age appropriate.

I called and called. Bitch was playing on her phone. Didn’t show.

An honest to God Foghorn. Dying breed. What do you think those round things are?

Fossilised fairground Wurlitzers? Dalek ovens? Nope. Anti-aircraft firing posts from WW2.

A light white house. Home to an undereating President?

Castletown’s in view.

There once was a giant, trapped in the rock. His head was worn away by the wind and sea and all that remains is his sad Oh! of dismay.

Old William loved the birds here.

Rapunzel and the Light White House long gone.

King William’s College. Wonder if they celebrate the 12th of July.

Indeed. Hang ’em high.

Profile of a drunk King William propped up and not quite able to reach his foot stool.

The welcoming sea walls of Castletown.

The eponymous castle. Decision time. Head back and rest or go on, commit to another 6 miles?

The old Thirtle Bridge – well not so old, on the way to bus.

The Pork Pie tower. Mm, hungry.

After a cheese and ham toasty, served by a woman the spitting image of your mother which was a bit of a shock, I’ve decided to carry on. The old school.

1/2 Mile of this. Cursed stuff to walk on. Probably have a broken ankle by end. The Scarlett tower in far distance.

Am I to shit in the bucket?

The Orange and the Green both rubbish.

A flooded quarry right by the sea.

Never mind the SSE,  play this natural stage.

More rust than Scarlett but we’ll forgive in the name of the watchers.

The finish line, far, far away.

It looked like an old steam paddle ship plunked down in the middle of a field. WW2 ruins of something.

Iron age bumps and tumbles.

An Aardvark wrapped in a green sheet plant. Very strange.

Getting closer.

The ships are playing chicken.

Someone dodged.

Let’s face it, with this hair and these horns, I’m worth it.

Unfortunately, I have to travel around the bay. but so close now.

I’ve been hearing them crying all day. A curlew.

You’re always leaving your trainers just anywhere, Alex!

A nice piece of hard sand, bliss for burning feet.

A Klingon footpath?

The Quirk in all its glory.

That’s where Elon’s Spaceship 5 went. Disguised well.

The finish line at Port St Mary