The Secret Picnic Beach
Up early means long walk. I’m just not up for this today. If I drag my paws mum and dad will give up and come back. They didn’t stop.
Mum and Dad crossed Traigh beach onto the next one. I’ll give it another go, I’m going no further, I’ll let you go, you need me for protection.
OK you win I’ll come with you.
Six beaches crossed we took the path through the forest to keep out of the heat.
After the boathouse another beach. At the wee beach after that we learned from our mistakes of yesterday. Dad found a path up the hill, we then took the path along the sea, no nasty spiky bushes. The path took us down to Camusdarak Beach. At last, the chance for a game of ball!
We sauntered to the end of the beach, it was busy with peoplesees. At the end we crossed a river and followed a path by some houses. Soon we were in the middle of sand dunes. Where now dad? Dad was sure if we followed the path through the dunes we would come to another beach. What a beach!
Dad thought there was a better one further on. Off again. He was wrong. Dad, is this not where we went mountain climbing to Morar last time we were here?
Back to the nice beach, good I’m hot and need to cool my paws.
Mum and Dad plonked down and set up a picnic. Poppys loves picnics. Ham and cheese and carrots and treats and my favourite, blueberry muffins! I was very hot, dad got my cool vest wet and put it on me, bliss. Suddenly someone invaded our beach!
What are they doing on our beach? Not having this it’s our beach grrrrrrrrrrrr!
Job done dad we won’t be seeing them again!
After picnics it was time to plod back. Camusdarak was still busy I wonder how busy silver sands will be.
Dad counted the beaches all the way back to Betsy, twelve of them, none were as nice as secret picnic beach.
When we got back mum wanted to explore the rocks at the end of our beach. OK mum I’ll come to. Peoplesees were in the sea, some were standing on floating boards others just swimming in the water. I was cool enough why get wet when you don’t need to.
Lazy afternoons Poppys loves them, a wee naps in the cool grass.
One last play on the sands with mum before settling into Betsy for the night, pawsome.