Groudle Glen is the closest beach to where we live. It's magical and secluded and there is a little train that runs from the bottom of the river around the corner to a cafe. The railway line was built in 1896 to cater to the Victorian Holidaymakers visiting the Isle of Man. It used to wind out the rocks to a zoo at Sea Lion Rocks, but now there is a cafe at the end of the line. The railway fell into despair after being closed during WW1 and then permanently after WW2 until a group of volunteers started piecing the line back together, clearing the underbrush, renovating the cafe and Lhen Coan Station until fully opening back up in the mid 1990's.

My favourite way to get to the Glen and the Sea is starting from White Bridge, and winding our way down the creek, past fields, underneath the towering electric tram bridge and through Groudle Glen down to the Sea. It's gorgeous and I've already seen exciting changes that the seasons have brought. In May the hills and cliff edges were scattered with yellow and now they are scattered with purple heather. the wildflowers are always changing and the Sea always looks different depending on the weather. The weather is always changing here, but I think my favourite has been the stormier days where the Sea is moving and crashing. Looking forward to explore this path in all the seasons!