Lazy day at Pitton
We had a lazy morning and had no plans for a big day. Leaving Betsy behind we crossed the fields to the costal path. The path took us down to Pitton, as we arrived at the farm there were lots of chickens running about the place. Dad, how come its me that gets the leash and not the chickens? Back on the path we met some peoplesees who were looking into a field. What they looking at dad? Dad said “New Life Poppy, A lamb is being born”. Great, another sheep to keep me on leash.
Never mind all that, we have a beach to find. We took a different fork than two days ago this time heading down. The going got tougher as we neared the sea. Hurry mum Hurry dad I can smell the sea.
One problem. The jumps were just too big for me to get down. Even dad struggled with his big legs. He picked me up and carried me down to the shore. Being a portable Poppy has it advantages. Look dad rocks to climb on
Over the rocks I found a small beach, would be better if the sea was out. The one thing that was good was the smells and the caves, lots of caves to explore.
Well that’s here all explored should we get back to camp? It’s a lazy day remember?
Again Dad lifted me out of the bay and we retraced our steps back to the sheep field. Mum said the baby sheeps were doing all right.
Back to the farm I picked up the path to camp. First time we have come up the path but don’t worry mum I can smell the track all the way back to Betsy. Poppy is on the case.
Back at camp we took it easy. We are leaving tomorrow so I’ll just have one last nose around. While dad goes to the pot wash.
