Even donkeys are invited to the party. Everyone lines up at the fences waiting for the visitors to feed them treats!
After our visit with the horses, we headed off to Peel, on the west coast. Its main attraction is its castle, which now lays in ruins, but in its prime, protected the coast from marauders.
The quaint city centre is a maze of narrow streets with an abandoned church that managed to salvage its headstones.
We ended the day by visiting our final Glen visit; Silverdale. It is near Rushen Abbey (now a ruin), so naturally many of the attractions have a religious slant.
This bridge is called the 'Monk's bridge' (built in 1046). I can just imagine the monks in quiet contemplation, as they walked through the forest and crossed the bridge to continue on their spiritual path.
Dinner was a simple pasta and salad. We were too tired for anything more adventurous! Too boring for a photo!
Tomorrow; the last day of racing and a 'special order dinner'!