Picnic at Low Newton-by-the-Sea
Today wear going to Low Newton-by-the-Sea. Instead of going over the grassy sand to the beach we went through the camp and followed a small path that went over the fields. The path was full of smells, the big smell was moo beasts. We plodded along against the wind passing some farmees along the way.
Suddenly I found a place I recognised. The long nanny bridge. I crossed this bridge last year so we were on the right path. Field path quicker than beach eh dad?
Over we went and down to the beach. Mmmmm beach. I looked up to mum, then dad then mum again. Dad put his hands into his pocket…..BALL
We played for a bit as we followed the sea towards the sun. The beach was huge and only had a few peoplsees on it. It will take ages to walk beach, suppose since it’s I better explore the rest of it.
When we left the beach dad must have taken a wrong turn, numpty. The path we followed when through fields. Where is the next bay dad? Bytheway, remember the bull from last year? Dad found another path and we were back by the sea. Low Newton-by-the-Sea was very busy. Peoplesees and dogs everywhere, dogs jumping into St Mary’s Haven and coming back out onto the beach was mobbed. We eventually found a quite patch.
Will we go to the castle? “No Poppy” she said, I looked at her, how come? “ It’s too far away, and remember we will have to walk back” said mum. MMM she has a point. OK how about to the pointy bit of the beach.
We walked back to The Ship Inn, mum was cold and thought a hot chocolate would go well with our picnics. She had to que for ages and ages, I whined for her to come back, all the peoplesees in the court yard staired at me, don’t care don’t like it when I can’t see mum. When she came out we had to find somewhere for picnics, there was no space in courtyard but we eventually found a nice bench with good views of Dunstanburgh Castle for mum and dad.
Picnics was good, hams cheeses and muffins. Dad had to go back to pub to get some water for me, when he was away, I found the treats stash, mum was not happy when she saw the empty bag, they were yummy! After picnics it was time to skedaddle. This time we would follow the sea. To get to the beaches I had to bash through the spiky long grass.
Beach means ball, but on the first go I got sands in my eyes, Arggggg get it out.
All along the bay we saw some small peoplesees playing in the sea, mum, why they doing that its freezing. As we plodded home we noticed all the other peoplsees from the ship making there own way along the costal path back to Beadnell. We even met peoplesees from this morning going the other direction. The beach however was empty, Ball! After a while my paws were getting sore, so I picked up ball and headed for Betsy.
Last time we were here we had to go up to the bridge to cross the Brunton Burn, this time mum thought we could make it across. She found a place to cross, dad did not look convinced so he took his shoes off. Mum made a dash for it but half way across she headed back. Dad made it across, he looked cold.
Nothing more to do, mum had to take off here shoes, I stayed with her to make sure she made it.
Back on our beach mum and dad were eager to get back to Betsy, all the peoplesees gave them funny looks because they were barefoot. Its cold in the water isn’t it Mum? Never mind we will be in Betsy soon.
Back in Betsy all warmed up the sun came out. Dad? One last play in the spiky grass?
