Annual tour of the island
I woke up this morning in Lochranza, Betsy was in her usual spot. I jumped out and did my patrol of the camp before breaky. Camp was quite quiet. All the better for me coz that means freedom, no leash.
After mum was making pieces, mmmm picnic, hope she doesn’t forget to pack ham for me. Looks like we are going to the fairy glen, good. Poppys loves that walk. We headed out over the golf course, sniff sniff, sniff sniff sniff. Mmm I know that smell dearsees. I wonder if I can get a game of chaises.
No takers, so we left the golf course and headed to the end of the village along the seaside road. As we got there I saw something very strange in the water. It was a dirty great big bird. Dad? Do they eat Poppys? Pha don’t care, I’ll protect you ROUGH! Grrrrrrrough rough rough rough !
We rounded the headland and plodded up the costal path. Sea smells in the air and irresistible smell of the macher. Poppys loves this walk, especially when its nice and dry. No onesie for me today! Theis walk has a thing called a geo park. Peoplesees get very excited about it and visit from miles around. Daftys, its just a pile of rocks. Good smells though.
Onwards and onwards, over the jumping stones, poppys love jumping stones, towards the wee cottages on picnic beach. The path was very wet the last time we were here, not today though, joy!
We had a nice picnic on the beach looking across the waters to Bute and Kintyre. I got some treats but most importantly hams! After a wee explore, happily nothing has changed here we started to climb the big hill at Fairy Glen. I had a good sniff about. All the years I have been coming here I have yet to get the trail of a fairy. I’m not convinced that they exist. I think its just a story to tell pups.
Up and up we went. We had to stop because Mum was struggling. Nice view though.
As we went further the path changes to a dirt track road. I remember this bit. A big nasty doggie lives in the second cottage. Better nip by here quick. Come on Mum lets go, shake a paw.
Over the brow of the hill the path took us by the nice ice cream place. Can we get some? Poppys loves Arran Ice Creams! “ Sorry Poppysox, the shop is closed,” said Dad. Boooooooo are you sure? Ho Hum, suppose we better go back to the village.
Back at Betsy we had a nice, chilled afternoon. Mum and Dads favourite place for eats is closed down now. I know it makes them sad but I’m ecstatic. I hated the place. Poppys not allowed. I spent the afternoon playing in the campsite knowing we were going to the Lochranza Country Inn. Poppy welcome there, they even give you treats!
Dinner was nice I got fishees and even a bit of Dad’s sausage, YUM. It was getting late and we are offski tomorrow so had to make tracks. On the way back to Betsy a bunch of sheeps tried to mug us. They got a fright when they realised I was not a lamb. They fled to the beach in more than a bit of a hurry. Ha that ‘l teach them not to mess with Poppys.
As we got back to camp it was getting dark. No dearsies about tonight all was safe. Time to go to Bo-Bos.
