Poppy bags Eriskay and Barra
We are on the move again today new adventures await. Before we left I had to say goodbye to my new friends in the white paw gang, Archie and Berny the westie schnauzer cross. North Uist has been good for making new friends.
Betsy set off leaving North Uist on to Grimsay and then onto Benbecula where she stopped for a drink of diesel . As soon as she had her fill off again next island South Uist. She trundled along from tip to tip stopping for a rest at the old ferry in Ludag. Why is it deserted dad? “the causeway made it resundant Poppy” said dad. Causeways do that don’t they dad.
Betsy started up and soon she was crossing the causeway across the Atlantic Ocean on to the island of Eriskay.
She rested up at Eriskay town where we were going to be eating at the AM Politician. Eriskay was where Whiskey Galore happened. A ship carrying millions of bottles of whiskey to America wrecked off shore and the locals spirited them away never to be found again.
After lunch the beach was calling me. We cut through the beer garden to the shore. Hurry dad beach!
WE played ball along the bay but it was getting hot and I had to go in for a paddle.
At the end of the bay were rocks. Poppys love rock climbing! At the top I could look over to Barra, Fuday and Hellisay.
We still had a lot of time before the ferry was due so more time to explore. One thing poppys have learned on Outer Hebrides is that machair is great for playing ball.
Over the next hill we came across the beach at the ferry terminal. Beach, come on dad, its our duty and I am wearing a fur coat!
Another beach another chance to cool down. Dad how come the last time we went up north it wasn’t hot like this?
We made our way back to town. Mum wanted to see the causeway. It was getting hotter and hotter. I barely made it to the top of the hill, its too hot mum. I was thankful for the rest. At the top you could look back to South Uist and the old ferry terminal where we were this morning.
I was to bushed to walk back, mum picked me up and carried me. Sorry mum its just too hot. Betsy welcomed us back aboard and she set course for the ferry. Once she found her spot We went out to explore. DAD! DAD! Grrrrrrrrrrough ROUGH ROUGH GRRRRRRROUGH! Monsters dad monsters in the sea, I’ll protect you! “Its ok Poppy its only seaweed” said dad. Oh OK then.
We went to the other end of the terminal where three peoplsees were standing on the end of the pier. What they doing? Well I soon found out. They dumped their clothes and jumped off the end! What they do that for dad? Are they mad? Dad talked to them when they came back for their clothes, yes the water was freezing and yes its warmer where the water is shallow. “They are just puppies” said dad. Even puppies are not that daft.
Mum and dad got talking to a peoplsee who had a Maltese. I introduced myself and had a play. The pepolsee told mum and dad to tell the boat peoplsees I would over heat in the Betsy and they would let us sit on the outside deck. She also said the weather was going to be bad tomorrow, hope she is wrong. As the ferry came in the daft puppies now dry, got onto an old bus with their friends.
It was nice on the boat the wind cooled me down. Over too quickly we had to go down to Betsy. So this is Barra then. Betsy was off again. She trundled along for a bit then pulled in at a huge beach. “Fancy a game of ball Tink” said dad. I just looked at him, lets go.
There is something funny about this beach dad, look at the buildings, It looks like a very wee airport. “That’s because it is Poppy” said dad. Airport on a beach? Pull the other one!
Time to find our new home, Croft2. Betsy found it easily enough and soon we were all set for the night. Walk before dinner? As always camp was next to a beach. Dad Eoligarry is another huge beach, Ball?
It was a long day Poppys were ready for snoozys.