Going to the Island of Arran

Me Betsy Mum and Dad are going to an Island. It’s called Arran. To get there we have to cross the sea in a ferry, Betsy was not too happy about being swallowed by a boat. We got off the boat and it was sunny, Betsy trundled down really tiny roads, sometimes she filled the whole road.

We saw a small island called the Holy Isle, Poppys are not allowed on that island so we won’t be going there then, gruff.

We went over hills down through glens until we came to the end of the island. Betsy had one last hill to go down and finally Betsy could have a rest, we were at seal shore. There is a brand new smell here, I don’t know what it is, I will have to investigate.

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