This morning, to cheer ourselves up, we decided to take a little drive out to Blue Point on the north west tip of the island for a walk along the shore.
The sky was dull and overcast and light showers were forecast for midday so we left straight after breakfast.
The drive out past the old Jurby airfield and the Jurby Hilton (aka the prison) only took around 12 minutes. We bumped the car along the rutted and pot holed track down to the dunes then scrambled and slid down a steep sandy path to the shore.
It is a long stretch of beach and there was nobody else there. Just us and the oystercatchers. They had left their footprints everywhere.
We walked along the shore to our left as P was interested to see the remains of the old WWII RAF tower, left from when this area was used for bombing training practice.
We came across a lonely clump of harebells growing amongst the dune grasses.
As we walked back along the beach we realised that it was going to be difficult to identify the path back up to where we left the car. The dunes all looked the same. Fortunately, P remembered seeing a piece of flotsam, some green nylon netting, that was close to the path so we made it back just before the rain came.
We drove back, just stopping for coffee and a shared chocolate chip flapjack in Conrod's Coffee Shop on the way home.