|My poles meet the Irish Sea|
|Cairn atop Bradda Head (Calf of Man in distance)|
The inland footpath was much shorter, and brought me back into Port Erin right at lunch time and, as luck would have it, right past a seafood restaurant with an inviting, wind-protected deck overlooking Port Erin Bay. I took that as a good omen, had a pleasant lunch and returned to Douglas on the Steam Train.
|Marina at Douglas|