How I conquered the Isle of Man’s top trails
There is a magical swimming pool at Ballaglass Glen. Deeply cut into the old flagstones, in the middle of oaks, larch and beech, it is fed by a waterfall, dotted with sunbeams and probably skins more beautiful vegetarian – Manx Gaelic for the mythical ‘little people’. As I slid my tired legs into the numbingly … Read more