Back to Crail and St Andrews
It was a strange sight to see Betsy getting attention. We haven’t been near her in ages. Granpa was still here the last time we were on adventures with her. But sure enough around lunch time we packed up and bailed into Betsy. We were off. Betsy trundled along as we cut across country motorways changed to small roads and the sea was glistening out the right window. I knew roughly where I was going, I know the kingdom of fife well. Eventually Betsy made the tick tick tick noise that means we are stopping. Ah Crail, we were here the last time Betsy was out.
Mr sun was shining down on us but Mr wind was up to his usual pranks. He was slamming the door back and forwards and making us very cold. So much for spending the evening out sides. Next day we went for a plod around the village. To get there we followed a path across a field then downhill to a bay.
At the end of the bay the path continued but it had a big barrier to stop us from using it. A peoplesee was coming the opposite way. Dad asked him how bad the path was and if it was passable. The man shook his head and told us it was well dodgy. Hmmmm I looked up to mum and dad, lets see for ourselves. In the middle of the path dodgy indeed. Dad didn’t like the look of it, but it was no problem for my 4-paw drive.
The gardens here are massive, much bigger than mine. The year was changing, the yellow of daftydills replaced by the bluebells and whitebells soon it would change again to pinks.
As we started to climb the stairs to the castle we got the fright of our life’s. A big nasty black dog went for me, snarling snapping and barking. It’s owner got to it just in the nick of time. Lucky for it I was about to show him what poppys can do. If it can’t behave it should be on a leash, that’s what I think. Drama over we headed to the village.
Crail is a nice wee place, its even nicer when its quiet. I have been here before when its mobbed. Poppys have to be careful when walking in a forest of legs. Today it was empty.
No visit to Crail would be complete without checking the Lobster shack and exploring all the nice smells on the harbour.
After a quick play on the beach, we went to town. Dad wanted some daft Juice so he went into the co-op. Mmmmm I wanted sausage, “So then Dad, how come we not stop at the butchers?” I said with a tilt of my head. Back in Betsy we settled in for the night I thought I better stand guard, funny noises outside.
Next day the plan was to go to Anstruther we headed off along the costal path into Crail I wanted to stop for treats but mum said no, meeny. We walked up the hill and started back along the coast, we were high above Crail by now.
That’s when dad said what about hopping the bus to St Andrews for a change. Mmm sounds like a plan, as we got to the main street a bus came and we were off. Mum wanted to have lunch at The cheesy toast shack. Well we got off the bus and went to look for it. It was miles and miles away. When we got there the queue was massive. Dad was moaning that forty five minutes had passed before we even got our order in, then we still had to wait. Dad found some amusement in the seagull insurance, who needs seagull insurance when we have PopSocks.
Another fifteen minutes the peoplesee shouted Mums name. Now we had the toast where to eat them. We found a bench overlooking the sea perfect. The toast was magic. Dad was in the middle of getting me a nice bit of stringy cheese from his toast when WHAM! A thieving seagull swooped in lick a fighter jet low and fast behind us and in a blink of an eye our toast was flying off across the beach. Me and Dad just looked at each other in disbelief. Mum on the other hand continued to eat hers under her hood. We headed back to town, it was a nice enough walk but I was still well miffed about my toast.
We headed back early to give us more time to get ready for our diner at the Golf Hotel. We were all ready to go when the sky started to sob. Man was it sobbing, Mum, I don’t want to go out in that. Dad called the Hotel and cancelled. Suits me.
Next day we headed home. When we got back we cut through home park to go the shops. On the way back I spotted a dirty great big white bird, it was bigger than a giant peoplesee! Mum, Dad keep a hold of your shopping look at the size of that thing. “Its only a statue Poppy” said Dad. Mmmmm they steal one toast from me and they make a statue, that will not happen again grrrrrrrrr bad seagulls.
