Port St. Mary

There is an unusual spot across the bay from Port St. Mary...a place to pull off the road and look and the surroundings. Here, as everywhere else in the British Isles, the road are narrow and there are no places to stop and have a look. So when we pass this spot, we always stop for a look because we can.



The tide was out where we arrived, as you can see. This, in places, exposes a reasonably fine beach. Although, I find it difficult to imagine any but the heartiest willing to venture beyond dipping a toe even with a wet suit.

Across the bay is Port St. Mary. It is a small town with a few variations around the one main street through town.

In town, on the point of land that juts out past the part with buildings on it, is a breakwater with stairs. I suppose these are for getting in and out of boats at any higher tide?

On around the corner away from town is this nice view of coast and farmland that makes up much of this island.

I did find one scene that tells the tale of time of day and the vocation of many in the town. The harbor is left high and dry at ebb tide leaving the boats at rest like so many chess pieces waiting for some incomprehensible mover to animate them.