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Public footpaths my ASS! Public death traps, more like.

I went out this morning with a map of these old "heritage trails" which are supposed to show you the prettiest routes on foot to get anywhere on the Island, and I swear to God, I think it's some kind of covert eugenics program to weed out all the non-natives and make sure only the pure blood, twenty-generations-of-marriages-between-cousins true Manx survive.

Because seriously, I don't see how anyone who didn't have the heireditary Manx flippers and gills could make it through those marshy doom-pits masquerading as fields.

I've fallen in rivers, slipped off stiles, tripped over tussocks, and I am covered in mud and bone-tired. And I am loving it.

Anyway, Hayley is downstairs showing Prawn how to make a cake, so I'm going to take a shower then join them, ostensibly to watch but probably more likely to lick the bowl.

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Public footpaths my ASS! Public death traps, more like.

I went out this morning with a map of these old "heritage trails" which are supposed to show you the prettiest routes on foot to get anywhere on the Island, and I swear to God, I think it's some kind of covert eugenics program to weed out all the non-natives and make sure only the pure blood, twenty-generations-of-marriages-between-cousins true Manx survive.

Because seriously, I don't see how anyone who didn't have the heireditary Manx flippers and gills could make it through those marshy doom-pits masquerading as fields.

I've fallen in rivers, slipped off stiles, tripped over tussocks, and I am covered in mud and bone-tired. And I am loving it.

Anyway, Hayley is downstairs showing Prawn how to make a cake, so I'm going to take a shower then join them, ostensibly to watch but probably more likely to lick the bowl.