Plodding around Port St Mary
We left camp in a different direction today. We followed the road all the way down the hill to Port St Mary. It was very quiet so I was allowed off leash as soon as we left camp. We wondered down the silent streets all the way to the harbour. Even the harbour was silent.
A peoplesee came up to Dad and asked him for some help. He was fixing a trailer for his boat. Dad looked like he was struggling when he was lifting the big chunk of metal. The peoplesee was very happy. I think he was just glad to find anybody as it was so quiet. Cutting through the marina we made a bee line for the water. I rushed down the sea wall only to find that the water was miles away, no paddle for me then.
Walking back into town we used a path that was away from the road, just in case. It was a very nice walk. There are some nice houses in Port St Mary. Around a bend suddenly a big empty beach came into view. Can we go on the beach? “Hopefully” said Dad.
As we got closer all hope was dashed. No Poppys Allowed.
Might as well go back into town. To get there we had to climb lots and lots of steps. When we got to the top it was time for a wee rest.
I was very thirsty. Come on Mum lets go to the shops so you can buy me a bottle of water.
Mum got some from the co-op. It was very nice. Thirst quenched we plodded down to the train station then bopped our way back to Betsy.