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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
I made tracks for the loch as mum and dad followed, might get a game of ball down here.
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?
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
Lots of noise was coming over the water from Eilean na Beithe. I wonder how the wild campers are going to sleep through that.