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The Secret Picnic Beach

The Secret Picnic Beach

Up early means long walk. I’m just not up for this today. If I drag my paws mum and dad will give up and come back. They didn’t stop.
Mum and Dad crossed Traigh beach onto the next one. I’ll give it another go, I’m going no further, I’ll let you go, you need me for protection.
OK you win I’ll come with you.
Six beaches crossed we took the path through the forest to keep out of the heat.
poppy the westie finds shade at arisaig beach
After the boathouse another beach. At the wee beach after that we learned from our mistakes of yesterday. Dad found a path up the hill, we then took the path along the sea, no nasty spiky bushes. The path took us down to Camusdarak Beach. At last, the chance for a game of ball!
poppy the westie on camusdaroch beach
We sauntered to the end of the beach, it was busy with peoplesees. At the end we crossed a river and followed a path by some houses. Soon we were in the middle of sand dunes. Where now dad? Dad was sure if we followed the path through the dunes we would come to another beach. What a beach!
poppy the westie on beach at Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
Dad thought there was a better one further on. Off again. He was wrong. Dad, is this not where we went mountain climbing to Morar last time we were here?
poppy the westie on Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
Back to the nice beach, good I’m hot and need to cool my paws.
poppy the westie has a dip at Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
Mum and Dad plonked down and set up a picnic. Poppys loves picnics. Ham and cheese and carrots and treats and my favourite, blueberry muffins! I was very hot, dad got my cool vest wet and put it on me, bliss. Suddenly someone invaded our beach!
poppy the westie spotts an intuder at Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
What are they doing on our beach? Not having this it’s our beach grrrrrrrrrrrr!
seeing off the intruder Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
Job done dad we won’t be seeing them again!
job done at Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
After picnics it was time to plod back. Camusdarak was still busy I wonder how busy silver sands will be.
looking back on camusdarak beach
Dad counted the beaches all the way back to Betsy, twelve of them, none were as nice as secret picnic beach.
Rudha n Achaidh Mhor
When we got back mum wanted to explore the rocks at the end of our beach. OK mum I’ll come to. Peoplesees were in the sea, some were standing on floating boards others just swimming in the water. I was cool enough why get wet when you don’t need to.
poppy the westie on island at silversands
Lazy afternoons Poppys loves them, a wee naps in the cool grass.
poppy the westie zonked at silversands
One last play on the sands with mum before settling into Betsy for the night, pawsome.
view from betsy at silversands

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