Runswick to Kettleness
After brecky harness on and go. There were more vans in the field this morning. Using the secret way out of camp off we trotted.
Leash was not on for long because we were going down to the village using the path we found yesterday.
The sun was out and everyone was happy. I was even allowed off leash in the village. I love exploring villages, up and down stairs, into ally ways, smells are everywhere.
Then I see the beach. Mum, dad hurry. The beach means one thing BALL. How good is this playing ball on the beach in the morning.
On the beach at last I even got to dip my paws in the North Sea! Passing some caves in the cliff. Dad asked some peoplsees where hob hole was. Hob hole were the caves, it’s where hobs live. Hobs are spirits that help peoplsees unless they annoy them. We were not going to see the hobs we had to find a path after them.
Mum dad follow the stream there is a path going up the hill. The path went up and up and up. Peoplsees found it very hard going. All the way up were peoplsees panting.
All of a sudden the path came out of some bushes and it was flat. I jumped on a bench at the top and waited for mum and dad.
The path was now at the top of the cliffs, I could even see Betsy in the camp above the village across the bay. We walked across the top of the cliffs with yellow wheat fields swaying in the wind.
When we got to Kettleness mum wanted to see the roman mines. It was really really windy, dad was so cold he put his coat on, I wish I had one of them. The mines were not much to look at so we headed back looking for a railway station.
When we found it there were private property, keep out signs everywhere. Dad noticed it was a scout camp, “there will be no one here, thanks covid” he said. So we sneaked in. The disused platform was a great place to play ball. Where to next?
The idea was to follow the railway back to our village, dad did not like the idea of climbing the hill. The beauty of railway lines is that they are flat. This one had another advantage; it was sheltered from the wind. Soon we were strolling in the country with the sun shining and no wind. Dads coat came off.
Along the way we passed bridges going overhead but they were silent. The only thing they did was join fields together. Further along the path was full of sheeps, grrrrrrr. Mum and dad said “Poppy we are trusting you” all was well until this one sheeps would not get out of my way. Grrrrrrrr, dad put me on leash. Why not put leash on him dad?
On and on we went with foxgloves and butterflies everywhere. Suddenly I got the smell of food. It was coming from a bridge. As I went to investigate a large hawk flew up to the trees above. Dad pulled me away. The railway came to an end at a small house at the end of a lane. How do we get back to Betsy?
Dad found a small overgrown path we decided to follow it. It was very overgrown, I couldn’t even see the sky. Fighting our way through the nettles we saw light at the end of the tunnel. Through the last bush we were on the road back to Runswick Bay and Betsy.
Dad was very happy because we came out at the top of the hill, not the bottom, I was happy because Betsy means Naps.