No paddling at Port Erin
We got had a spot of brecky then went to explore Port Erin. As we got to the town there was that noise TIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNG! Dad get me out of here now!! I pulled and pulled have to get away from that noise. I was knackered by the time I got far enough away. When I looked up we were at the sea side. A big beautiful beach in front of me. I looked up to mum and dad, “Sorry Poppy, Poppys are not allowed on this beach”, said Mum. But it’s empty, look, totally empty. I am beginning to dislike Port Erins. We walked to the end of the bay then turned back to walk the full promenade. At the end I found a flight of stairs. Mmmm wonder where these lead.
At the top of the stairs a whole new part of town. The buildings looked like hotels but dad said they were posh flats. Not bad for flats ay Dad.
At the top of the hill large grass gardens hugged the road so was perfect for being off leash. We walked across the cliff road. There were a lot of very nice houses on the road. Every so often there was a break in the wall and paths would lead down to the shore. We came across one called Bradda Glen. Can we go down this one? Mum and dad were being spoil sports. Back to town then?
In town it was time for lunch. Dad thought he would kill two birds with one stone and find some place for dinner tonight as well. Place after place, no Poppys allowed. The only place he found that would let me in had nasty bell. Me and Mum sat outside as he continued his search. As we were sitting I was being given the evil eye from one of the locals. Looks like Port Erin is just not Poppy Friendly.
No Joy on dinner we headed back to Betsy. That’s when Dad had a brain wave. I wonder if the Pizza Restaurant does deliveries? Ended up they did. Pizza to the door for di dins tonight then.