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Glenan Woods

Glenan Woods

The sky was grey again this morning as I stood on dad and looked out of Betsy’s window. What we doing today Mum? “We are going a walk into the oak woods poppy” said mum. Mmm, woods means Squirrelsees. We set off through the marina and were soon in Glenan Woods. It was very quiet. No Squirrelsees but there were lots of trees to climb.
The sky was grey but it was warm walking up the glen. The path forked, this way dad, I can here water and I’m parched!
After a nice drink I found a place where mum and dad could cross the burn. Pathfinder Poppy is on the case!
On the other side we were looking for an abandoned village called Glenan. Up the hill we went through the bracken, lots of smells here, not squirrelsees or sheeps could be dear. I led the way, hurry mum I think I have found it!
poppy the wetie explores Glenan Village
Glenan Village was not very big, only eight houses. Its been a while since peoplsees have lived here dad. “It’s been a hundred years poppy” said dad. Not surprised they left can’t get the car up here. I clambered among the buildings and found a good spot to look down the glen to Loch Fyne.
poppy the westie on the ruins of Glenan Village
Suddenly the silence was broken, peoplsees, the first we have seen all day. Leading the way was a miniature schnauzer, I went to make sure they were not dangerous, it was ok. The schnauzer was called Freddy, we had a good time playing while Mum and Dad talked to the peoplsees.
poppy the westie and freddy at Glenan Village
We said our goodbyes and headed back down the glen. We crossed the burn and took the other fork at the path. As we were going down the glen dad shouted, “Poppy Stay!” what’s up dad? As I continued along the path. “Poppy your mockett!” said dad. It’s only mud dad.
poppy the westie gets mucky in Glanan wood
Onwards and downwards. Mum and dad stopped a few times looking for the woodpeckers that were making a racket in the forest. Further down the forest opened and we could see the loch.
poppy the westie wants to go to Loch Fyne
I made tracks for the loch as mum and dad followed, might get a game of ball down here.
poppy the westie going down to loch fyne
On the shoreline I dipped my paws in the loch. Cool water but tasted too salty for Poppys. There were a group of peoplsees on funny canoes. Why are they standing up on Canoes dad?
Poppy the westie at Glenan Bay
Can we go to the island dad? “It’s not an island poppy it’s an isthmus leading to Eilean na Beithe” said dad. I don’t care what its called can we go? “Its to rocky to get there” said mum. Nay danger mum! Follow me. We scrambled over the cliffs and got back to the shoreline.
poppy the westie leading the way at Glenan bay
We passed a tent on the skinny strip of land as we went to climb the island of Eilean na Beithe. The views were great from the top you could see for miles. Back down a peoplsee and his son were building a fire beside their tent. “Nice spot” said dad, “Yes it’s always quite here” said the peoplsee.
As we left I saw Freddy and his parents, They have come a funny way to get here. Daft Freddy must have missed the fork in the path. Going back to Betsy the wood became gnarly, dark, cool and green. Then I remembered, we haven’t played ball yet. BALL!
poppy the westie playing ball in Glenan Wood
By the time we got back to Betsy Mr Sun had come out to play and it was hot. Too hot for poppys. Mum put on my cool vest but even then it was just too hot! Hots makes poppys sleepy. Mum had to stay inside Betsy because she was watching a virtual wedding because of covidsees.
Poppy the westie back at base Portavadie Marina
Dinner tonight was pizza from the marina so mum didn’t need to cook. Mum said we were to make a wedding photograph for the peoplsees on the laptop so after a few attempts we got success.
mum poppy dad at virtual covid wedding reception
The evening was not to hot and not too cold we stayed out for ages and ages listening to music and only went in when the sun went to bed.
poppy the westie at portavadie in the evening
Lots of noise was coming over the water from Eilean na Beithe. I wonder how the wild campers are going to sleep through that.
sunset day 3 over portavadie

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