End of the Season
Mum and dad both had bad weeks. It was no surprise when I saw bags packed. What was odd was that it was late. Normally adventures begin earlier in the day, mum was not even home from work, but bags packed means we are going. Dad was concerned because the peoplsee on the telly said to prepare for Stormy weather and gave Yellow a warning to be aware. How come Yellow gets personal warnings? Dad where we going? “Shell Bay” mmm Seaside.
When we got to camp it was dark, Dad picked up Fishies and Yips from the Ship Inn in Elie. We had supper explored the camp and settled in for the night. I was woken up by lots of noises outside and Betsy was rocking and rolling. Grrrrrrrr don’t like this. I think it will be safer if I sleep on Dads head.
I was ready early because today we were waking to a place to eat. I have been to The Larachmohr Tavern before so was looking forward to a feast. We jumped out of Betsy, crossed the path to the beach and went over the small bridge to join the coastal trail.
It was very, very, very windy. We trudged along the path, Mr Wind was trying its hardest to blow us away. On we went. The path started to climb, one hill then another. Every time the path went up Mr Wind got harder and harder to fight against.
When we got halfway up the path turned and I could see a beach! How do we get down there Dad? “Sill a ways to go Poppy”
On we went. Dad I’m getting fed up with Mr Wind, “So am I Poppy”.
At the top of the cliffs mum was nearly blowen off her feet! GGGrrrrrrrrr I am not liking this walk! “It will get better when we get past Kincraig Point Poppy” said dad, mmmm I’m taking shelter now. Look dad a shelter!
The path started to do down to the beach and as it did Mr Wind started to tier. When we got to the bottom of the cliffs the beach had vanished. Ripped off! Where is the beach? Just a path though Jaggy Grass. Dad went ahead and found a way into Earlsferry Beach…..Finally! Ball Ball Ball
At the end of the bay was path through the golf course that led to Elie. I was here last year and a few things puzzles me about Elie/Earlsferry. Which is which? where does one end and the other begin? And where is the ferry? I’v never seen one here. After a few moments on leash a whole new beach to play on! Ball Ball Ball
Mum and dad thought we could just cut across the beach and leave Elie without having t go through it, How wrong they were. Before the beach came to an end a river cut it in two. “We will have to go back” said dad, Ho Hum, more time to play ball.
Back on the path we headed north to St Monans where I met some moo moos. I don’t think they are convinced with me.
On we plodded over hill, through farm until the path turned a bend and we could see Newark Castle. We must be close. I remember the castle from last year. It wasn’t far from camp. Mum, Dad, hurry, I’m hungry.
St Monans was so quiet I was allowed to stay off leash as we passed though. We went down to the front passing the pier heading to the old camp sight.
Then I remembered, we can’t get out this way. We did this last year. We will have to climb big blocks then a fence! Mum and Dad payed no heed, the numpties kept going, they had to lift me over the blocks, they struggled to get up. The fence was no problem to me, I went under it, but again poor mum and dad struggled. Next time listen to Poppys! I knew exactly where I was, Windmills and Salt Works. I loved playing in the saltworks last year but I was just too tiered for a run a round.
We followed the path along the coast. As it rose at the outdoor swimming pools we came to the crazy golf. A lot quieter here than last year dad, where are all the peoplsees? No time to ponder, I was starving! Taking the path down the cliff I bumped into one of my cousins. She was a year older than me but not as fit, I think she eats too many pies. Talking of pies Fooood.
Still off leash I plodded through Pittenweem where I met Rex at the sweet shop. I know Rex. He normally sleeps on a mat outside the shop in Summertime. No Time to speak Rex, I have a date with sausages!
We were given a table at the back of The Larachmohr Tavern. The nice peoplsee came up saw I had water and gave me a Smackeroo! YUM. Mum gave me some bickys and a dentistick, I scoffed them and went for a snooze.
I didn’t snooze for long though, my nose wouldn’t let me. Sniff sniff, fishees, bacons, Scallops, crayfish, Prawns, sniff sniff BLACK PUDDINGS YUM. Hay Mum, where’s the lobstersees? After lunch I was stuffed. We getting a bus back to camp? I’m walking nowhere. The nice peoplsee who gave us the food offered to drive us all back to camp. We jumped at the chance! Ok I could not see out the window but who cares I didn’t have to walk.
Back at camp Mr Wind had been very naughty. He had blowen lots of peoplsees stuff all over the place, shoe here, bucket and spade there, sandal here. Worse he had blowen the van next to Betsy window clean off! The caravan behind Betsy was also struggling!
We desided to stay in Betsy that night, the weather was cold and brutal. Mr wind had Betsy rocking and rolling all night. The next day I noticed the caravan behind us had no tent. Morning walk was a very quick walk along Shell Bay and back to Betsy. Time to go home? “Yes Poppy” said Dad ” Last adventure of the season”. When we got back home Betsy was getting ready to go for the long winter sleeps not to wake up again until next year.
