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Beaches of Lewis

Beaches of Lewis

On the move again we left Stornoway and followed the sea along the wee single track road. Betsy managed to find a place to stop above a beach called Traigh Mhòr. We clambered down the hill and got to the sands. What’s this dad? I better find out.
We played ball and talked to some campers, they managed to get parked at the bottom of the hill, they really liked their spot.
Back up the hill and offski. We didn’t get far when Betsy pulled over again. This time it was place called Gary Beach. Fine by me Ball?
We played from one end to the other.
poppy the westie on rocks at gary beach
Dad asked some campers where the bridge to nowhere was, the pointed up the hill. Betsy took us up the hill crossed the bridge. It did go nowhere. She turned and we got out to explore. Why dad? “It was meant to join the north of the island Poppy” said dad. Oh OK then.
poppy the westie at bridge to nowhere on Lewis
Where are we going next? “Where the road would have taken us, the north of the island,” said mum. As we passed Traigh Mhòr I spotted Josie and Seb getting their wind surfing boards out of their van. Betsy honk your horn! “No poppy” said mum, “let them enjoy their holiday in peace.” Wee roads mean Betsy can’t run very fast. It took ages to get to our next spot called Port Ness. As we went down to the beach 2 nasty dogs snarled and barked at me then I saw a sign, friendly here.
sign at port of ness
The beach was good though got a great game of ball.
poppy the westie on ness beach lewis
I played with a nicer dog before heading back to the nasty locals.
poppy the westie at port of ness
Next we left the beach and went to the Butt of Lewis. We played on the macher and investigated the light house. Mum would not let me get too close to the cliffs.
poppy the westie at the but of lewis
“Time to head south to our next campsite poppy” said dad. Betsy was back on the wee roads again. After a while she pulled down an even smaller road. Is this where camp is? “No Poppy, just one more stop before we go” said dad. Where are we going? “Dalmore Beach” said mum. OK, beach, ball. I liked this beach it had good sand for playing ball and the water was warm.
poppy the westie on dalmore beach
Off again this time to camp. It was a long drive. The sun vanished and the sky started to cry. Betsy got lost but not for long, soon she rolled into our new home. Dad talked to a man called Alistair who told Betsy where to rest. Once camp was setup we set off to our new beach, Reef Beach. As we walked along I noticed we were being followed. Mum, Dad, sealmonster is following us. He better not get too close or I’m having him.
poppy the westie on reef beach Isle of Lewis

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