Ramsey to Laxey 20th September 2022 Things started of bad today, I couldn’t get transportation back to the Point of Arye. No bus, no train, no taxi. Certainly not the MannGo minibus I’d depended on, which means I have the long trek tomorrow – possibly in the rain. Things perked up a bit though, warm with just enough cloud to hide the sun. However, there was just too much tarmac stuff, it did my ankle in, taking me until 4.30p.m. to make it as far as Laxey.
Maughold Broughs away in the distance. First waypoint today.They paint all the promenade shelters. Keeps the graffiti off.The crew from ‘Dunkirk’ have longed moved on but that Harry Styles is probably lurking about looking for work.The old swinger bridge in Ramsey.It is well concealed.What were they thinking.Oops! Water seemed pretty high to me in the bay.A wee view back at dem sand cliffs of yesterday.It looks like a glass insert. Me leaning over as far as I dare to show the clear water below.Bloody hard to pass even without the high water.Don’t leave me marooned, Cap’ Jack Sparra.He’s left me trapped on this beach – no way out.Feral Boy kayaker has all grown up. Patrols the waters looking for new victims.By hook or by crook I was going to make it out – the path was behind me. Head in my hands in despair.The vale of spiders. This went on for 1/2 mile. Webs blocking the path, spiders hitting me in the face. They spanned over a metre across in places.Just waiting for me! Can’t see his web in this but it was a doozy.The old foghorn at the Point of Ayre.A stone map at the top for those geographically challenged. Hello feets.Nice path, freed from the vale and now up that carbuncle.Down the other side and this. I’d have hated to be the last dude walking it if it was being destroyed by the sea. Now on path diversion – bloody tarmac.Tiny church had massive graveyard.Turns out loads of commonwealth soldiers buried in the back.Just for Alex. A folded umbrella plant?We buried all our leaders high on hard-to-reach cliffs. I’ve mentioned before the spiritual feeling you get when up high all the time.He’s under there. Remember class – these folks massacred the original dark-skinned natives of these isles.Down the glen to the sea. I was very low here, barely moving.Tree’s trying to cheer me up. ‘Go on, just guess what’s in me ‘ole’The poor lad’s fam. He’s so far away going in the wrong direction.Nope. Not going down there. I’ll be on my arse’s end.Creepy serial killer ruins. ‘Stand in the corner!’The woodland Gods are watching. I dare not disturb their magic. Zoom in. A hovering leaf! A metre from the ground right in the middle of the path. It must have appeared after the man and dog passed. I watched it for a minute then left it to its mystery.The damnable sea.They’re getting everywhere – these gays.Thing went out at night in his raincoat, no hi-vis. The result – splat!Please be careful what you say to it.Another damn glen! So tired It took me an hour to get down and back up.Laxey is at the head of that bay, and I’m done.What you doin’? Come and fight.They’re running a marathon.Hurrah!Then steep downhill for 10 mins in this shit.If those are the pawns, what size is the king?If you’ve called your boat that, then you must be a Knob.Beach at Laxey. That headland is for another day. For now, it is up the hill again to the train.A very long climb indeed. The train is going to be a tram. Minorca tram stop. In fucking agony face.Back to Ramsey in my steed. Just for the hell of it, it seems, they built the railroad on the edge of the cliffs as well. Couldn’t look out of the windows, getting flashbacks.
